#so thankful he's on the good side because the world doesn't stand a chance with him on the bad

[celaenaeiln]

Dick Grayson's talent for manipulation literally brings the world to its knees.

Part 1 post

My absolute favorite trait about Dick aside from his craziness is his ability to control every single person in existence. The best part is, he's so clever in the way that he does it that people almost never notice.

Bart Allen

"Oh! Ahh..you're trying to get my DNA sample. You need my spit! Ha! That's such a Dick Grayson thing to do."

Bart knows!! Dick's brilliantly sly okay. Honey catches more flies that vinegar? He takes it so far that breaks he the ceiling with it because by the time he's done, people don't even know they've been manipulated. And if they do, then what can they do about it? He always wins.

With friends and family he does it to make them feel better without being so overt and discomforting them.

Justice League: Road to Dark Crisis

Jon came to him when he was feeling lost and upset and Dick set up the perfect conditions to encourage him and pick him up. He's just so good at doing what he's doing but he does it for all the right reasons.

But the extent Dick can go trick and manipulate someone is off the charts. A virtuoso.

In a Titans comic, Dick literally spent MONTHS acting depressed and weak after Donna, Wally, and Garth were kidnapped to another dimension by a villain just so he could trick the villain into thinking that his career was over and bring him into the same dimension so Dick could take him down.

He fooled everyone.

Teen Titans: The Silver Age TBP 2 Part #1

"Batman taught me how to be a totally convincing actor! So if the only way you could send me here with your ring was if I filled my brain with evil thoughts, I just faked it! My facial expression was pure evil-but my mind remained pure good." MONTHS.

He planned, pretended, and calculated every single fiber of his own mind and body until the whole world was fooled by his acting. He tricked an interdimensional being who had psychic access. That means he was so extraordinarily manipulative, he can control his own thoughts inside his head to trick someone else. Voldemort's legilimens has nothing on Dick's talent.

Like Bart, sometimes his allies are aware of this like with Selina-

Gotham City Sirens Issue #23

Selina's literally having a mental breakdown trying not to fall for Dick's manipulation and tricks.

But even if they know he's manipulating them, they still are forced to fall for it anyway.

Gotham City Sirens Issue #23

"Damn it."

Like a goldilocks mad scientist - he does it just right.

His acting is just so on point that he outschemes the schemer.

When the Crime Syndicate (Superwoman, Ultraman, Owlman, Power ring, etc) arrive on Earth to take it over when Dick is Batman, Dick needs to do something fast. But to make things worse, there's a being that's so powerful, that both the Crime Syndicate and Justice League combined have a snowball's chance in hell of defeating him.

So what does Dick do? He runs the game.

Justice League of America (2006) Issue #52

Justice League of America (2006) Issue #52

"Of course he had a plan the whole time. He's Batman. He always has a plan."

Justice League of America (2006) Issue #52

He tricks everyone.

Justice League of America (2006) Issue #52

And in the end, the Justice League wins and Dick saves the world.

Justice League of America (2006) Issue #52

I love how they characterized Owlman as a snake because that would make Dick a mongoose since mongoose eats snakes. And do you know what Mongoose represent in folklore? Action, adventure, boldness, fearlessness, impulsiveness, independence, optimism, rebellion, resistance, resourcefulness, speed, adaptation, agility, quickness, intelligence and wit. All characteristics that define him.

He plays the world like a chessboard, always five steps ahead.

He always has an ace hidden up his sleeve.

His thoughts are always masked behind a disarming smile.

He has mastered the art of manipulation.

And that's while he's outright fighting. His subtlety is just so seductive.

Take a look at the way he smoothly evades answering in this panel -

Grayson Issue #9

He's so smooth. She's constantly on the watch but she instantly fell head over heels for his charms in a half a heartbeat, that's just how good he is.

Grayson Issue #10

He's a master manipulator who knows exactly what to say and how to act to always end up winning.

It's seriously such a shame that one of his greatest skills and talents isn't talked about more because this man?! Flawless.

He's the spy everyone on TV wishes they could be. He's the type of spy people read about in history books and marvel at the ease, grace, and legendary story he leaves behind. He's the spy that everyone knows and dreams of in their fantasies.

Nightwing (2016)

And oh how they so are.

He can just get people to do whatever he wants.

There's a reason why Batman's only contingency plan against Nightwing is "Let's hope he fucks up." Because with his intelligence, skill, power, charisma, and raw talent - he's goddamn unstoppable.

#manipulative dick grayson #dick's honest to god terrifying for what he can do #so thankful he's on the good side because the world doesn't stand a chance with him on the bad #dick grayson #nightwing #bart allen #dc impulse #jon kent #super boy #selina kyle #catwoman #dc titans #owlman #robin dick grayson #crime syndicate #justice league #spyral #batman dick grayson

[yuri-is-online]

i was just thinking about lovestruck ace, whose eyes always seem to be fixated on you during class, thinking about how cute you look and wondering how soft your hair is.

lovestruck ace, who feels as if he's going to have a heart attack every time you link your arm through his whenever you're walking together. 

lovestruck ace, who has to fight the blush on his cheeks whenever you use your fork to feed him when he wants to taste your lunch. 

lovestruck ace, who forces himself to stay still whenever you accidentally sleep on his shoulder during your hangouts. 

lovestruck ace, who thinks he's so good at hiding how down bad he is for you when, on the contrary, it's soooo obvious to everyone how in love he is with you.

You're just too good to be true//Can't take my eyes off of you

It's because he's bored. That's what he tells himself, that's what he whispers into his hand when he's playing with his magic pen in class, history is pointless and uninteresting but you write down every little thing Trein says like your life depends on it. He half wants your attention to be on him, half wants you to stay on task so he can steal your notes later as payment for keeping him off task all day. It's been driving him crazy just how badly he wants to reach out and touch some part of you, the itch to hold onto you by the back of your jacket or a single lock of hair just to be connected but only leave a ghost of his affection on you.

You'd be like Heaven to touch//I wanna hold you so much

Yet he fumbles when you reach to touch him, stutters about how embarrassing you're being as you walk along to the cafeteria. How he allowed you to pick up the habit of dragging him around is beyond him, his heart wants to give out from embarrassment from the attention everyone shoots his way when you walk with him like this. But he can't let it, he has to stand tall so they know he's in control, that they don't have a chance, that he's the only one you want to hold like this... he hopes.

At long last, love has arrived//And I thank God I'm alive

It happens so quickly he's convinced he doesn't get a chance to be awkward, but the thought of the indirect kiss still stays with him for the rest of the day. He tries not to keep his hand from touching his mouth and thinking thinking about what it would feel like to kiss you for real. He's heard of people describe the taste of a kiss... and he wonders if that's even a thing or if he'd be too caught up in the closeness of you to even notice it.

You're just too good to be true//Can't take my eyes off of you

The movie drones on in the background and Ace has forgotten all about why he wanted to watch it so badly in the first place, it wasn't for this no matter how much Deuce will tease him for it later if he ever catches wind of this. He finds himself matching his breaths with yours, wishing he hadn't left his phone on the side table so he could sneak a picture of you resting peacefully next to him... for blackmail he tells himself. For blackmail...

Now that I've found you, stay//And let me love you, baby

It's an open secret how Ace feels about you. His eyes follow you through every room you enter and linger long after you leave, there's an unspoken respect for your place at his side that no one mentions because they've long accepted the inevitable truth that his little world is spinning on a Yuu shaped axis and all he can do when approached is deny, deny, d e n y for fear of having it used against him in some imaginary contest of ego because of how well he seems to think he's doing. But they know.

Let me love you

Ace just can't take his eyes off of Yuu.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #aceyuu #ace trappola x reader #GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THE WAY I SCREAMED WHEN I GOT THIS ASK #you are great #fantastic #a;worebg;uebnrgheiknthrtyhj #oh yeah #ace and yuu have a movie hangout alone without deuce in idia's labwear vingette #i think about that a lot i have it pinned on my aceyuu inspo #need to dissect the thought of that more σ(￣、￣=)

[kingslimeball]

Sounds like a dream

Part two here

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Contents; Angst, fluff, mother!reader

Summary; Y/n visits Gator in jail to introduce him to their son.

It's been a long time since Gator was first sentenced to prison. It was even worse for him to begin with, considering he had to deal with it blindly, too. To help, he'd been given a mobility cane, of which he struggled to use it within the first few weeks.

Gator hasn't had many ways of keeping track, but he assumes he's already been locked up for almost two years now. He assumes so because he can visualise the layout of the prison in his mind – he knows where everything is by now. Every day is Groundhog Day, so it doesn't take very long to learn.

What isn't hard to keep track of is the number of visits Gator has gotten. Two. Both from Dot. Both with cookies. Both several months apart. Other than that, nothing. At least she is a woman of her word.

Gator is sitting on his bed in his cell when he hears a loud bang at the bars with a guard's batton. It startles him, and he looks in the general direction to which it came from.

"Oi, Tillman. You got a visitor comin' in. Get up." The guard says. The recognisable sound of the door creaking open echoes through the jail. Gator carefully stands. He reaches out for the guard's shoulder and keeps it there so he can be lead away.

Gator's mind is filled with wonder. Who would be visiting him? Surely not Dot again. She didn't visit too long ago now, and she rarely visits. But it's not like anyone else does.

Gator is instructed to sit at a table, and then he hears the guard walk off. It seems that he's alone in the room. He can't hear a single sound of someone else. Disappointment floods his heart for a moment, his shoulders sinking.

The sound of shoes on the floor brightens his spirits suddenly. He hears someone sit opposite him. Gator feels his excitement come back.

"Hey, Gator." It's Y/n.

Y/n's voice soothes Gator, somewhat. He hasn't heard the sound in so long, yet it's so refreshing. She was Gator's girlfriend. But, when she found out Gator wasn't as good of a guy as she thought he was, she broke up with him. She was one of the last people he saw before his eyes were taken from him. He'll always remember the sight of her, no matter how long passes.

"Y/n? What're you doin' here?" Gator asks softly, not quite believing that this is her.

"Visiting you." Y/n replies.

"I– I know that." Gator pinches the bridge of his nose just below the black-out sunglasses he wears. "But I mean... Why?"

"I wanted to see how you are." She shrugs simply.

"Well, I'm shit, yeah, I'm in jail." Gator scoffs.

"That's not what I meant."

"It's not?"

"No." Y/n responds firmly. "I meant I wanted to see if you've changed. If this this has done you any good."

The truth is, it has. Even losing his sight was enough to flip his whole world upside down. Now, jail has flipped it about continuously like a washing machine. He's not the old Gator anymore. Or at least he's not the Gator that tried to be a Roy. He's the Gator trying to be a Gator.

"I hope so." Is all Gator musters up to say. "How've you been?" He asks.

"Good. I actually moved out to Chicago not long after all that shit happened." She answers. "I got a new job, new friends, the whole lot."

"New boyfriend?" Gator can't help but ask, a hint of jealousy in his tone.

Y/n laughs and shakes her head, but then she remembers that Gator can't see her and quickly tries to verbalise it. "God, no."

"That's a... shame. You deserve someone nice." He tries not to make it sound too forced, but he's more just excited that he still has a chance with her.

"Thanks. I, uh... I brought someone that I'd like you to meet." Y/n finally says, as if she's been debating to go through with this. Gator hears the sound of her rising to walk away, then shortly after start to walk over to his side of the table.

"What's goin' on? Is this some kinda prank?" He questions, sceptical of her behaviour.

"Turn around." She ignores him. Gator huffs and does as told on the bench, spinning around to face where her voice comes from.

"So who the hell am I–" He starts, but stops himself when he feels someone lowered into his lap. A small someone.

"What's this?" He questions. His hand gently reaches to feel whatever is in his lap. He finds a face and quickly repositions his hand, finding hair instead. "I mean, who?"

"Meet your son."

Gator's whole world stops. His heart stops beating, and his brain stops working. His son? When did he ever have a son? He tries to ask her about it, but he just can't get any words out as his mouth gapes open. His bottom lip quivers slightly, and he gently wraps an arm around the small boy, holding him closer.

"My.. My son?"

"Well, our son." She corrects. "I found out I was pregnant after we broke up."

Gator can't help but smile. "Our son.." He murmurs to himself.

Y/n sits next to Gator. She leans her head on Gator's shoulder to get a view of Gator and their son. Gator feels his skin heat up at her being so close, but she doesn't think much of it whatsoever.

"What's his name?"

"Alex. I couldn't think of anything creative, so I just named him after the midwife. Luckily, she had a gender neutral name." She recalls with a soft chuckle.

"Hey, Alex. It's Daddy." Gator softens his voice, looking where he thinks Alex's face will be.

"Daddy..." Alex mumbles, a small hand reaching up to grab at Gator's face. His heart melts, and he smiles widely.

Gator's smile vanishes, although. The sweetness of his son has quickly become something he doesn't know if he could live with. He'll never see his son. His face slowly falls into one of despair.

"Are you okay?" Y/n asks, peering around to study Gator's facial features that she can read from his eyebrows, cheeks and mouth.

"No, no, I'm–" Gator stumbles on his words. He makes a noise, like he's about to speak, but it just comes out as a shaky breath like he's about to cry. "I'm never gonna see my son."

Y/n gently rubs Gator's back. There's not much she can do besides that. She can't give him his sight back. If she could, she would. She feels bad for him.

Gator tries to calm himself down. He slowly relaxes himself, for now, even though he knows this is going to be keeping him up all night. He won't be able to sleep with that thought. It's terrifying. Terrifying that there's nothing he can do about it.

"What does he look like?" Gator questions after a moment of pure silence. He gently pets Alex's hair, enjoying how soft it is.

"Honestly, better than I'd imagined." Y/n answers. "He's got the same shade hair as me. It's all messy. He's got your eyes and your nose. Freckles. The cheekiest, cutest smile you'd ever see."

"He sounds like a dream." He says, voice wavering as his hand gently combs through Alex's hair.

"He is. He reminds me of you in a way." She chuckles. "Because, he–"

Vzzrt!

The buzzer for the end of visiting.

Gator finds himself sitting on the edge of his bed. His mind is still on Y/n and Alex. She was about to say something good about him. He knows it. Surely she wouldn't badmouth their young son, so surely he's onto something here? Gator wishes he had just a few more seconds to hear what she likes about him. Or to hear more about his son. Maybe next time...

#gator tillman #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x fem!reader #joe keery

[tender-rosiey]

omg you're taking requests uhm, can i request for dazai and/or chuuya where he overheard his co-worker confide to kunikida or to yosano (in chuuya's case, it's tachihara or anyone in the port mafia lol) about her feelings towards him? like, she really went into detail as to why she loves him and wants to be there for him but she's scared that dazai doesn't feel the same way or she thinks he doesn't find her attractive esp when she did attempt to confess but they were too dense to put two and two together lmao im in the mood for angst and fluff so feel free to go wild with this one haha thank you~!

“RAMBLE OF LOVE”

— dazai and chuuya hearing you talk about them

DAZAI OSAMU:

“I don’t know, yosano; it’s hopeless.”

“are you serious right now?” yosano deadpans as you frown at her.

you get up, exasperated, “I have tried to confess twice! twice! and he either doesn’t get it or can’t find it in him to outright reject me!”

“you think dazai wouldn’t be able to figure something out?” she questions.

you sigh, “that means that it is the other option so I should probably stop liking him,” accepting defeat after god knows how long.

“you know it isn’t that easy; you can’t just stop feeling for someone, y/n.”

you look at her before finally bursting, “obviously it isn’t! I have spent the majority of my time either thinking about how much I love the idiot or how I want to be by his side and be there for him!”

“with a side of solving crime and saving the world.”

“yes and that too, but honestly I have gotten to the point that I NEED him to reject me so I can move on with my life and be a normal single person!”

yosano catches a figure standing outside the door and smirks lightly before speaking up, “say y/n, why do you like dazai so much?”

“first of all, I am wayyyyy past ‘like’; second of all, I like him because he is funny, cute, charming, smart, caring when he wants, observant and most importantly, he, deep inside, wants to do good.”

“oh?” she perks up at that, “why?”

“I…dont know much about his past with the mafia, but if he left then there has to be at least a part of him that is good,” you smile softly as you gaze into the ground, “I also don’t know much does he actually trust me, but if we ever have a chance, I would like to tell him that I am willing to shoulder his pains because he doesn’t deserve to go all of that alone.”

“and all of that because you love him?” she smiles and stands up then walks to the door.

“uhh, yeah? that was literally the introduction of my monologue,” you say, watching her walking.

“well, it’s a good thing that he heard all of that,” she announces before slamming the door open, “eavesdropping is a bad trait, dazai.”

he raises his hand up in mock-surrender, “I would never do such thing.”

she rolls her eyes and ruffles your hair, “I will let you two be,” then she closes the door behind her after she leaves.

you can see dazai processing things, and soon you and dazai stare into each other for a while, but a smirk settles on his lips, “so you love me, huh?—“

“if you’re going to reject me then do it quickly please,” you hurriedly say before looking away, not being to handle looking at him.

“hey now, I never said that I was going to reject you,” he points out, softly, but you merely side-eye him so he continues, “neither am I joking.”

he pouts and mumbles, “you really have no faith in me.”

you look away once again and fail to see the small smile that makes its way to his face; however, you hear his light footsteps as he approaches you.

he takes a hold of your hand and rubs it gently with his thumb, “I am going to be honest with you,” he notices how you tense up and kisses the back of your hand to calm you down, “I was going to say that I love you too, silly.”

“are you…sure?” you ask softly and gently bumps your foreheads and hums.

“never been more sure in my life,” he admits.

he smiles teasingly, “in fact, my honesty was going to be about how much I do and why; it’s only fair if I ramble about my love for you as well, no?”

NAKAHARA CHUUYA:

“I am going to throw myself off a bridge.”

“oh no, not this again,” tachihara cowers.

“oh it’s this again!” you admit before freaking out, “did you see how good he looked getting off that motorcycle?!”

“how is he so attractive?!” you screech and he shrugs making you pout, “tachihara, cooperate!”

“I don’t see what is attractive about him!”

you take a breath and hear a small ‘what have I done’ from tachihara but start either ways, “first, his voice; holy crap his voice is so hot like yes sir please do talk more, let me listen to you talk about every single type of wine in the industry.”

“second, his eyes, they are so HEHEE! I can barely keep eye contact with him,” you fangirl and continue doing so, “and bro his entire physique honestly! I can’t think of a man that’s better than him in literally ANY category, sorry tachihara.”

he waves you off, but puts out another question, “what about his personality? what makes you so in love with him?”

“well,” you shyly start off, “he is a gentleman, he is nice, respectful, very kind and compassionate, trustworthy and overall an amazing person. I really can’t put it into words.”

“what about his anger issues?”

“oh no, he has every right to get angry at you people; everyone here is insufferable,” you say and tachihara huffs.

“but,” and the sadness in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed by your best friend, “i don’t think he feels the same.”

“why??” he asks, memory flashing back to every single time chuuya came to freak out about something cute you did and how much you fluster him, visibly so.

literally everyone can see it, except you.

“I don’t know; it’s just a feeling,” you murmur sitting down, “I am pretty obvious with my feelings and don’t necessarily hide it that much.”

that as well is true, which leads to only once conclusion that tachihara can think of: you both are undeniably stupid, clueless and are a pain in the ass to everyone around you because of how clueless you both are.

“well it’s a stupid damn feeling alright,” he quips and quickly gets a pack of tissues thrown at him.

however, he quickly recovers and with a smile and teases you, “sooo it’s safe to say that you love chuuya, right?”

“I have said that I love chuuya at least 4 times today; what’s wrong with you?”

you hear the sound of a glass breaking and turn around to see a red-faced chuuya who, for the life of him, can’t look you in the eye right now.

“oh shit,” you mumble and notice tachihara, sneaking out giggling. the bastard.

amidst the wine on the floor, the ticking of the clock and the blowing of the wind, chuuya barely mumbles out a sentence, “i l…v you… too.”

but you, obviously, didn’t hear anything, “what?”

he grumbles and walks closer to you, “i love you too.”

“chuuya, i really can’t hear you,” you say.

“I SAID I LOVE YOU TOO, YOU FREAKING IDIOT!” he yells and crosses his arms.

“jeez okay, no need to yell!” you shout back and he raises an eyebrow before sighing.

his arms wrap around your waist and he presses a kiss to your cheek, “you’re a handful, y’know.”

“already?” you giggle and he nods.

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[misspearly1]

115 and 116 with joel bear? <3

Oh my Gosh! Nonnie, forgive me for how long I have taken to complete this. I'm working through my requests slowly. These prompts though?? 🥹 Oh so good for our beloved Joel bear! Thank you so much for sending this into my blog and I hope you enjoy the read. 💜

A Beautiful Thing

Pairing: Joel Miller x Y/N (F!Reader)

WC: 3.9K

Prompts: "You wrote me a song?" // "You weren't supposed to hear that!"

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Strangers to lovers. Love at first sight. Soft Joel playing the gee-tar. Joel being a tease. Reader worrying that she had ruined a surprise, but Joel making her feel better about it. Light Smut. Ass Groping & Kissing. Lots of Fluff with a Happy Ending.

Song Choice: It's Your Love by Tim McGraw - inspired this story, the title, and the song that Joel sings in this story. It doesn't belong to me, of course, but I'm stating that all credit goes to the original singers/songwriters just in case I need to.

AN: Ok, I was deep in the fluffy feels with this one Nonnie. There isn't any smut really - which is strange because I'm always a horny ass bish for Joel lol - but let me know if you'd like a part two with some smut. I'd love to come back to this story. 💖

You have a lot of good days and bad days here in Jackson. Everyone does. It’s just the way life goes, and although the scales sometimes tip too much on the bad side, it only makes you appreciate all the good that much more. 

Take today for example, you woke up bright and early, ate breakfast and felt energetic, then went out on patrol and came back to Jackson without a scratch before taking a shower for date night at your boyfriends house.

It doesn’t sound like much, but when the world went to shit and the chances of dying at any given second became higher than ever, then that is considered a really good day in your books. 

Besides, even if you did have a bad day, then what better way to turn it around than spending an evening with Joel Miller - your boyfriend - whom you deem to be the sexiest man alive?

You vividly remember how Joel took your breath away the first time you met him. Albeit, he was chopping wood under the summer sun with no shirt on in his backyard, but he was, and still is, the sexiest guy you’ve ever laid eyes on. 

This happened just over six months ago, and the only reason you were in his backyard in the first place was to ask for advice about carving a sculpture out of wood, but drooling over his half naked body is what you did instead for a few minutes before he noticed you were standing there.

The man caught you eyeing him up and down, and thankfully for your sake, he felt flattered rather than uncomfortable. You often think about that day and smile fondly at how he reacted to your mindless ogling. The way he blushed a little and softly chuckled never fades from your memory.

You apologised for the intrusion of course, and for staring at him too, then explained that you were there to seek his professional advice. He was a carpenter after all and you assumed he’d know how to help. The project you were working on at the time was a three foot wooden rabbit. You’ve always believed they brought good luck and wanted something decorative for your home.

Joel naturally took an interest in your project and instead of just giving you a short answer and a couple pointers, he offered you a seat on his back porch and gave some really helpful advice on what to do and what not to do. You sat with the man for twenty minutes and the conversation flowed like you were a friend to him, not a stranger. He really made you feel comfortable and welcome, even offered you a tall glass of lemonade with ice upon noticing you were burning up from the sun in the sky.

You accepted his offer, but later admitted that it was actually his voice causing you to burn up. Not only were you attracted to his looks, but you were attracted to that thick southern drawl of his too. He spoke with a pleasantly deep, yet equally soft and smooth tone, one that just captured your whole attention and drew you in.

Joel's company was captivating, and you hungrily wanted more of his attention, but even though he didn't give you any reason to end the conversation, you made an excuse to leave and let him get back to chopping wood. You didn’t want to leave so soon after meeting him, but you had already taken up too much of his time and thanked him before saying your goodbyes. His response however, was most surprising.

“Happy to help, darlin’,” is what he said to you, and the flirtatious wink he shot your way made you feel weak in the knees. It was a simple gesture, but he did it so smoothly and with a seductive smirk on his lips too that just made you all the more attracted to him. 

You left Joel that day, feeling giddy, turned on and a little lightheaded too, then planned to return three days later with a home baked cherry pie to say thanks for the help, but to your absolute surprise and delight, the man showed up at your door just as you had taken the pie out of your oven.

He wanted to see you again and had asked his brother where you live to show up at your door unannounced. You invited him into your home, shared that cherry pie over another captivating conversation and the rest was history. 

Six months later, here you are now; in a steady relationship with the man and your love for each other grows stronger everyday. You still drool over him and even consider it a hobby of yours to watch him work, especially when he’s in his workshop.

You like to be in his company and often just sit on the sofa with a book to read while he chips and chisels away at a block of wood, creating another masterpiece worthy of a place on display around his home. But more often than not, your book is abandoned as you choose to gaze upon him instead.

No matter how many times you’ve done it before, you never grow tired of admiring the way Joel looks while working. He has a little lamp in his desk, it’s dimly lit and casts a warm glow across his face which just highlights his rugged good looks in the very best way. 

The focus and patience he has with woodwork is quite impressive too. You love to see that look of concentration on his face. It’s the way his eyes glide across his sculpture and his brows furrow, or the way he sometimes presses the tip of his tongue against his lip. You don’t know why he does that, but it’s really cute and funny to see nonetheless. Suppose it’s just one of those things that some people do without realising it. 

While you often like to gaze at him in his workshop, he likes to gaze at you too, especially when dancing in the dark. It’s become something that you and Joel do almost every night. He waits till nightfall, when all the lights are off and you’re about to head upstairs to bed or say goodnight and head home. Spontaneously grabbing your hand, he’ll pull you toward his chest and sway to the sweet sound of silence, grinning brightly as you laugh with endearment.

Dancing in the dark. That was Joel’s thing. He started it, but it’s something you very quickly grew to love. Speaking of love, he often swears that your love does something to him while dancing in the dark with you. He’ll joke and say that he’s under a spell, but can’t get enough while looking into your eyes and brushing a piece of hair behind your ear to really drink in the sight of your face mere inches away from his. 

And you believe him. Believe every word of what he says. He certainly acts like he can’t get enough of your love as he finds any and all ways to adore you. “Darlin’, your love is a beautiful thing.” He’s said to you many times before in the past and you believe him, but you never forget to tell him that his love is also a beautiful thing as well. The man treasures you, thinks the world of you and keeps you close to his heart. Those feelings are mutual. You feel the same way as he does, and honestly, you can see yourself spending the rest of your days with Joel. 

Upon spending the last several minutes thinking about the man, the desire to be in his company was growing rapidly, thus making you pick up your pace to reach his house faster. He unfortunately lives on the other side of Jackson, therefore it takes a solid ten minutes to walk there depending on your speed. Usually, you just take a leisurely stroll, but tonight you’re feeling extra needy for his love and attention.

Approaching his front door with your own key in hand, a key that he gave you two weeks ago, you unlock the door and slip inside quietly without making any noise. Joel admitted that he would have given you a key to his home sooner, but he worried about how it would make you feel and assured you that the gesture doesn’t need to be reciprocated. He just didn’t want to rush you, or make you feel obligated in any way, but you wanted to. You wanted him to have access to your house like it was his second home, and so you took your spare key and gave it to him two weeks ago on that very same day. 

Truthfully, you like to spend most evenings over at Joel’s house compared to yours. You can’t describe it exactly, or pin-point the reason why, but his house just feels the right place to be. Despite that, he also has such great taste in decoration too. You admire the way he furnished his place. It looks better than yours and feels cosy, welcoming and relaxed. 

Since you could hear the familiar twang of his guitar upon entering his home, you guessed that he was out back on the porch. It’s one of two usual spots that he likes to sit and play till his heart's content. You love to listen to him, and considering you wanted to take him by surprise, you tip-toed your way into the kitchen and through the laundry room to listen at the back door. However, you didn’t recognise the tune. 

The song Joel was playing is something he hasn’t ever played before, but it started off with an acoustic that was warm and gentle. Just so soothing to the ears that you instantly relaxed as your face softened with a smile. You leaned against the doorframe and closed your eyes, listening to him harmonising with the melody that he had created. The sound of him humming was so peaceful that it could lull you to sleep right here, but then he started singing and your heart skipped a beat. 

“Dancing in the dark, middle of the night,” he says poetically, the lyrics of his song catching your attention right away, “Taking your heart, and holding it tight,” he continues and you continue to listen closely, “Emotional touch, touching my skin, and asking you to do what you’ve been doing all over again. Oh, it’s a beautiful thing,” you gasp, holding your hand over your mouth with tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. “Don’t think I can keep it all in. I just gotta let you know what it is that won’t let me go. It’s your love, it just does something to me.” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. It was a complete shock to hear a song so moving and meaningful, and sung so beautifully by Joel that’s about you and your love. You had so much joy exploding inside of you that it was overwhelming, though he stopped abruptly and you peeped around the door to find him jotting words down on a little pocket pad - his song book. 

He looked so enthralled as he continued where he left off, his head bobbing along to the tune as he tapped his foot against the floor. You still couldn’t believe it and almost felt compelled to pinch your skin to check if this was all a dream. Joel rarely sings for you. He plays the guitar for you all the time, but to actually sing along to his music takes a lot of courage and just hearing him sing so passionately with confidence was sending shivers down your spine. 

His voice was transcendent and mesmerising, full of affection and romance. It made you feel like you were at the centre of his world, enveloped in the warmth of his love. Though, as much as you loved to hear the man sing, it didn’t feel right doing it this way. You were essentially eavesdropping on him at a time where he was most vulnerable, and it’s not fair.

He doesn’t know you’re standing just a few feet away, and what if that betrays his trust if he were to find out? Or worse, what if it destroys his confidence to ever sing in front of an audience? The worry of this possibility made up your mind. He can’t know you’re here. Not yet and not like this. 

Moving away from the door and quietly making your way towards the kitchen, your plan is to open the front door and shut it loud enough for him to hear. Then he will stop singing, hide his songbook and you can pretend that this never happened until he is ready to play his song for you. You could still hear him as you neared the front of the house, and the sound of his voice was as beautiful as ever. 

Upon reaching the front door, you opened it and shut it again before calling out for him like this was your first entry. “Hi baby!” You say excitedly, “I’m home.” 

The music stops instantly and it makes you stifle a laugh to hear him yell back like he wasn’t just singing his heart out. “Hey darlin’, I’m in the backyard,” I know that, you thought, “Come out here. I got somethin’ to show yer.” Oh shit… You panicked, wondering what he had to show you and if you have just spoiled your own surprise. What if he was going to play the song for me tonight anyway and I ruined it? You ask yourself with a pang of regret. 

You didn’t know what to think or what to expect when you approached the backdoor for a second time, but the smile on Joel’s face brought you some comfort and relief. After all, you were eager to see him tonight and are still very much hungry for his love and attention, but if you have ruined something special, then you at least hope some of the surprise can be salvaged. 

Hurrying towards him and taking a seat right on his lap, you held both your hands to each side of his face and leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips, displaying just how much you miss him. He kisses you back ravenously and smiles like he hadn’t seen you in days when it was only last night that you last saw each other. The fact that he missed you just as much made your heart swell. 

Naturally, he laid both hands to your ass with a groping squeeze, humming deeply into your mouth with satisfaction. You like when he holds onto your ass like this. It makes you feel adored and aroused. He breaks off to look at you, his smile slowly turning into a smirk as he whispers. “Hi, gorgeous” 

“Hey, stud,” you reply and mirror his smile, though your cheeks started to burn up under his wanton gaze. “How’s it going?” You ask upon recognising the playful mood he was in and return the gesture with your teasing tone of voice, “I see that you have your guitar out here. Playing for the stars again?" 

“Oh, you saw that, did you?” He chuckles with amusement, as if he were pleased with himself and you can tell that he’s up to something since he had that look in his eyes; it was just full of mischief. You looked at him suspiciously, your eyes narrowed as he continued to laugh. “Yeah, I have my guitar out here…” he slowly bit his lip, and he did it in such a sexually provocative manner that it made you clench around nothing. “I was singing a song.” 

“M-hm,” you roll your lips together and quickly gather that he’s onto you. That’s why he’s acting this way… He knows. “And um… What song were you singing?” You try to come across like you don’t have the slightest clue, as if you don’t already know he was singing. 

His chest swells with pride as he answers truthfully, “I was singing your song, babydoll.” 

“You wrote me a song?” You beam excitedly. Even though you already knew, it didn’t take away how incredibly special you feel upon hearing the man say those words himself. Perhaps some of his surprise for you was salvaged after all. You weren’t taken aback with shock, but you felt your stomach flutter and your heart begin to pick up speed once again. He still looked so happy too, and you could tell he was savouring the way you reacted.

“Yes darlin’. I wrote you a song and I was singing it just now, but-” he looks at you with accusatory eyes, “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” 

Now you were taken aback with shock, and he began to laugh at your reaction, the sound was sweet and authentic to your ears. It didn’t sound fake or full of mockery. He just sounded so amused and happy, really happy as a matter of fact, and he ran his hands up your back reassuringly. “You weren’t supposed to hear that yet,” he clarifies, and it gives you some comfort, “It’s ok that you did, and I appreciate that you tried to make it better by pretending you didn’t hear me.” 

“Fuck…” You sigh and shake your head, blaming yourself for ruining everything. “Did you know I was standing there the whole time?” You ask incredulously. 

“No, not quite, sweetheart.” He replies, thus causing you a great deal of confusion. If he didn’t know I was here, then how did he know I heard him singing? You wonder while he continues to smile and shake softly with a chuckling laughter escaping him. He’s too happy, and that look on his face spoke of pleasure. 

“Wanna take a wild guess as to how I knew?” He asks, then pauses briefly with one of his brows raised, as if giving you a chance to think about his question before answering. But you didn’t answer. You couldn't answer, so he did instead. “Since when do you come home and announce you're here?” 

“Oh my God, Joel,” you cry out with embarrassment. Burying your face into his neck and lamenting over your mistake, you could still feel him shaking ever so slightly as he continued to laugh at your failure. “Of course!” You moan into his shirt with a ghost of a smile on your lips. “How could I have been so stupid and forget about that. Of course you would know something was up.” 

“You’re not stupid at all. Don’t say that, babe,” he chides. Sliding his hand up your spine and cupping the back of your head, his embrace tightens a little as he plants a kiss in your hair, the action making you feel less disappointed with yourself. “I know you were thinking what’s best for me,” he says, hugging you closely, “And that’s something special right there, doll.” 

Tilting your head to rest your cheek against his neck, his words gave you even more relief and comfort, though the worry around fucking everything up still remained. You lift your head to look at him, expressing a look of regret in your eyes and ask: “When did you originally plan to play me the song?” You sigh, chewing on the inside of your lip with self-annoyance, “I just feel really bad, you know? Like I ruined something special you had planned to surprise me with.” 

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he promised. Shifting his position a little more to aid his comfort, he leans back and kicks his feet up onto the table before pulling you to sit directly over his crotch. The action was nothing out of the ordinary, he prefers you to sit like this as much as you do, but it made you gasp softly upon feeling his bulge press into your heat from below.

He heard the noise you made and recognised the way it made you feel, causing him to smirk before resting his hands to your ass once again. “I hadn’t decided when to play it for you,” he answers, shrugging. “I just couldn’t make up my mind… was overthinkin’ the how and when to do it, but I shoulda’ just played it for you a long time ago.” 

“Wait…” You tilt your head at him, confused, “What do you mean by a long time ago? How long have you been working on this?” 

He grins brightly, his cheeks starting to blush a little from your questions, but he had no problem in answering them truthfully. “Six months ago, right after I met you in our backyard,” he says, and it really takes your emotions on a rollercoaster ride as you don't know what to say or what to think. Though, your silence didn’t discourage him and he continued. “I knew you were different darlin’, and as soon as you left me, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about yer,” your face burns with flattery as you absorb his compliments. “Couldn’t even get back to chopping wood. I was that head over heels for yer… So, I grabbed my guitar and started playing something I never played before.” 

“Really?” You manage to break your silence to ask.

“Really babydoll.” He responds with an affirmative nod. “The tune came first, but the lyrics came later and…” he pauses momentarily to brush your hair behind your ear and gaze into your eyes. “...That day I showed up at your door and we shared the cherry pie in your kitchen? That’s when I knew for sure you were different. I knew in my heart that you were something special, Y/N.” 

“Joel,” you blurt his name with an elevated tone in your voice, your smile displaying nothing but delight and rejoice. “Did I really make you fall that hard for me?” You cry out and laugh sweetly, as if you couldn’t believe him even though he’s just said it himself. He fell just as hard as you did the moment you laid your eyes upon him. The feeling was mutual. It always has been. 

“Yes ma’am, I did indeed,” he drawls thickly, the crows feets around his eyes deepening, “And showing up at your door unannounced was the first best decision I ever made in our relationship.” He details, though it piqued your interest and you had to ask: “If that was the first, then what was the second best decision you ever made?” 

Joel pulls you in, placing his lips to your cheek with a tickling kiss as he whispers teasingly. “I’m sure you can figure that one out,” he chuckles softly before peering into your eyes and holding your line of sight. You hear the way his breath hitches in his throat, see the way he looks at your lips and smiles, his eyes expanding with love and devotion. It’s the way he looks at you every night, and sure, you could figure out what the second best decision he ever made was, but you wanted to hear him say it himself. You wanted to hear him ask you that question. 

And not a second later, he did ask you that question, and your answer was an immediate yes.

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[ssentimentals]

seventeen members as their natal charts: jeonghan

sun in libra, moon in aquarius

this man is moody and exciting, it's impossible to get bored with him; has trouble settling for one activity, easily changes his own plans, is more nervous than people think of him, needs someone to calm him down; actually is really nice and sensitive if you get past his tough shell

'hannie, wait!' you shout, hearing his answering giggle. instead of making you irritated though, it only brings a smile to your lips. you quickly wipe it off, trying to sound stern: 'i'm serious!'

'hurry up, slow pants!' he shouts back, laughing. 'or i'll go without you!'

you roll your eyes at his dramatics, but inside fondness blooms at his spontenous nature. just few minutes ago you both were content with a nice picnic next to the river and now here you are, running to catch a ferry because he suddenly thought that it'd be a great idea. you stop to tie up your shoes and when a shadow looms over you, you look up, smiling. 'thought you said you'd go without me, huh?'

jeonghan huffs and kneels, batting your hands away and tying your shoes himself. 'what i'm going to do with you? you can't even tie your shoes properly,' he teases good-naturedly.

pouting, you snark back: 'you can leave me here, then.'

he stands up, looking at you with a gleam in his eyes. for all of his playful banter, jeonghan knows when to be serious to soothe your worries and can tell when you're not taking the joke lightly: 'not a chance, babe. it's only fun if i'm doing it with you.'

you smile, reaching out to poke his cheek. 'sweet talker. let's go now.'

he nods and takes your hand in his. 'or we can go to amusement park instead of a ferry? or no, we can go to ferry and then from there we can-'

'let's just get to the ferry first,' you interrupt him gently. 'and then we can decide what to do afterwards, okay?'

jeonghan looks at you at this, giving your hand a light squeeze. sometimes his mind runs too far ahead and he is thankful that you are always there to calm him down even in the smallest stuff like this one. 'you do know that i'd never actually go without you, right?' he suddenly asks, nervous. he knows that his jokes can go too far, so it's always good to check; he can close his eyes on many things but not on making you feel insecure in this relationship.

you chuckle, nodding. 'i know, hannie. i know.'

because you do know - for all of his bravado, jeonghan is actually much more sensitive than he lets on and he cares for your feelings even more than he realizes.

idolizes relationships, a best fit for him would be someone with motherly tendencies due to his childish nature; while concept of relationships intrigues him, he doesn't jump into them quickly, takes his time to decide whether his partner can give any additional meaning to his life or not. relationships just for the sake of it do not interest him, he values his independence and freedom too much for that.

jeonghan stares at the chicken soup in front of him and something in his chest squeezes uncomfortably. you are so nonchalant about it and this is what gets him the most, because making chicken soup for someone who's ill is such a small thing for you, you don't even give it any meaning. it's obvious for you, something like breathing. and you have no idea how you shatter his world with such a simple act, how your caring sides makes him want to hold you tight and never let go. with small acts like this one you pull him closer and closer to you, make him think of things like future together and it's too much. because then he starts thinking of what you mean to him and what you bring to his life and then he starts thinking of how life without you would be incredibly dull and then-

'that soup is not going to eat itself,' you remind him, stepping closer. you check whether he has a fever or not with a hand on his forehead. 'hm, i think you're starting to burn up. how are you feeling?'

'okay,' jeonghan croaks, wincing at his voice.

'yeah, that sounded very okay,' you sigh, leaning in. 'i know you're not hungry, but soup will make you feel better.'

you make me feel better, you and your care and your love is on the tip of his tongue but he says nothing. being cared of is something that he needs 24/7 and something that he so afraid of asking for. he doesn't want to seem weak or needy, but you somehow guess his desires right away, giving him what he needs without him having to ask for it. jeonghan thinks he might be more than just 'a little' in love with you. 'thank you for the soup,' he says sincerely, smiling at the way your entire face lights up. 'it's delicious.'

'you haven't tried it yet,' you point out, smiling.

'when it's cooked with so much care for me, of course it's going to be delicious. i'll eat it even if it's bad.'

it's the 'thank you for taking care of me and always being there for me' wrapped into one and you smile at this, nodding. confessions from jeonghan sound exactly like 'i'll eat it even if it's bad' and there's a certain charm in them, too. 'i promise i didn't poison it,' you respond, attuning to his teasing side.

jeonghan chuckles, pulling you closer. 'you come here and eat it with me.'

he doesn't listen to your protests and forces you to sit on his lap, tucking his chin on your shoulder and making you feed him. 'you're such a baby,' you mutter affectionately, patting his hands on your waist.

'your baby,' he replies easily and yes, he is. and you wouldn't trade him for the world.

a/n: bursting into your feed with another series! hopefully this is good? pls let me know what you think! - nini

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[mistress-of-vos]

Idk where the whole "Tim hating Lex and being annoying to him and somehow being smarter" comes from... Oh, wait! I know where it comes from!

Annoying, ignorant batfam fans

And it's not even surprising if we take a careful look. We're talking about the fandom that doesn't understand Clark, Kon and Jon at all and uses them for batfam prop up purposes. It's the same fandom that doesn't even comprehend Batman characters and says the most disgusting stuff about Jean-Paul Valley (aka Azrael) as if his character wasn't summarized in like, five comics you can easily read. The same fandom that doesn't get Selina Kyle despite the fact that movies like The Batman exist, that the Long Halloween got an animated adaptation, that she has DOZENS of praised comics you can pick up to understand her. The same fandom that doesn't understand freaking Ra's al Ghul as if the guy didn't have a trilogy that literally summarizes his character and also he's an archetype, how the hell do you get an archetype so popular as his as wrong as batfam fandom does?

*insert Misty breathing loudly here*

Okay I kind of got off the point. I was talking about the annoying portrayal of Tim and Lex, because those who do that don't even understand Tim. Tim would *love* to interact with Lex.

This is Lex Luthor, Superman's nemesis, the smartest man of earth. Tim would be thrilled that he can have a chance of going against him even if he's actually just standing next to a Bruce who tries to get Lex to answer a question just to get Lex drinking wine and telling Mercy to call security.

Tim is a detective, and we have seen how, despite everything, he admits greatness when he sees it. I do think he could get a bit sarcastic with Lex when on his Red Robin persona (we have seen how sarcastic he got with Ra's even when Ra's is definitely more likely to shut him up than Lex is) but I actually don't believe he would do that often as he would be too conscious that if someone is a master of speech, it's Lex Luthor. His words got him all the power of the world after all. You don't wanna start a sarcasm fight with someone like Lex.

And I believe as Tim Drake, he openly admires Lex. Maybe not in a idol way, but Lex is a genius, and I bet on the DC world Lex's career is studied both by people in economy and politics and STEM. Lex did so much with so little that I highly doubt there's a way for Tim to not admit that yes, Lex may be *bad* but he's certainly a genius and perfect at what he does. Credit where it's due, or something.

Lastly, I don't think Tim hates Lex. They aren't close enough for that, and Lex is often dancing in a grey area, and don't forget Tim is already fine with many figures in said grey space. Tim would consider Lex a danger, of course, because getting on Lex's bad side can get him killed. He also considers Lex someone who can and will do good, but Tim isn't gonna be the one to go on that trip of getting Lex to see what his genius can make for the world (that's on Clark).

The only thing Tim could dislike about Lex it's that Lex hurt Kon. And Tim loves Kon (in whatever way you prefer) and Tim comes to me as the kind of person who can't quite forget those things. He would be wary, perhaps, constantly on his tip toes when operating too close to Lex's doings and clenching his jaw when Kon interacts with the man because as much as Tim knows Lex is always in control and won't hurt Kon again... He still did. But if Tim held that against Bruce, wouldn't Bruce lose on the number of children he has hurt? Tim can't quite settle his feelings on that, but Kon got over it, so it's not something Tim keeps against Lex.

Tim is careful around Lex, and he's also a bit of a fan.

And well, he is thankful too. Lex brought Kon into the world, and Tim is thankful for that.

(My conclusion is that some batfam fans have clearly never read Superman comics but also it's funny they haven't read Batman comics either and maybe they shouldn't speak on stuff they don't know but that's just my opinion right)

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[kaylinlmao]

could you do yandere! poly! TBP boys x reader when someone is sexually harassing you (I only say this because I need some more comfort while this is going on)

I'm so sorry that this is happening. The world is fuxked up. I'll try to make it super long to maybe make you smile. That's all I wanna do with these stories is make friends and make people smile! 😁 everyone in this fic is 18+

As I was walking down the halls, I heard someone whistle and say "looking good baby. Come down to my house. I'll show you what good sex is really like" He grabbed my arm and I saw it was Moose, the school bully. "No thank you." I said quietly, pulling my arm away from his grasp and walking off. "Why not? You already have 5 boyfriends! How can you even keep track, you slut?" I looked at the ground and ran out the double doors at the front of the building. I feel yucky. My arm doesn't feel good. He squeezed it too hard. I go slide down the wall on the side of the school.

He's right. I am a slut. I'm dating 5 boys. Billy, Bruce, Vance, Robin, and Finney. I never thought it was wrong to love so many people. My mom always said that I had a big heart full of love and that I should share it. So I do. She supports our poly relationship entirely. Even if my boyfriends do act a little weird, I still love them! Is that wrong? I understand that they don't act. Normal. I've had boyfriends before. I don't know where those guys went by the way. I woke up one morning to the news saying that they were missing and two weeks later they were found off the side of the freeway downtown.

I never really thought about it but over the past couple weeks they've been acting really off. I think I'll just avoid them until they move on to another girl. Yeah. Hailey says they're toxic anyways. The next day, Moose did the same thing. Asked me to go with him to the janitors closet, I declined, he called me a slut and a whore. I know, Moose. I know. The avoiding the boys wasn't going too good. I have at least one class with them everyday and they always demand I sit by them. Why would they want a slut to sit by them? Why would they want to date a whore?

I sat next to Donna in all the classes I had with her. Everything went smoothly until my class with Vance. I was sitting next to a girl named Maddi, who I had hung out with a couple of times when I saw Vance hovering over the desk. "You're in my seat." He said. "No she isn't! I want to sit by her today! I sit by you everyday!" I butted in. "Its OK, Y/N. I can move." Maddi said. "Yeah, Maddi here can move." Just then the teacher walked in. "Have a seat over here Vance." She said. It was a seat at the back farthest from the door. Perfect! Maddi and I were sitting at the desk closest to the door. That means I can sneak out of class before he can grab me!

After class was over, I got up and bolted out the door. As I was pushing through the doors to go outside, someone grabbed my wrist. Robin. He dragged me around the building to where the rest of them were. "Hey, I really have to go. I have a lot of homework" "Why have you been avoiding us, pretty girl?" Billy asked. "I haven't been!" "You have!" Vance said. "No I haven't! You guys have been avoiding me!" As they looked at each other confused, I took my chance to bolt. You are diabolical, Y/N. Absolutely diabolical. I got to my house and ran up to my room, shutting and locking the door. As I turned, I saw them climbing through my window.

"How did you get here so damn fast?!" "We ran, doll. You walked." I rolled my eyes. "Now, princesa. Cut the attitude and tell us why you've been avoiding us." "I wanna break up" I whispered. "What? No!" I heard a chorus of. "Why, baby?" Finney asked, looking heartbroken. I had a soft spot for all of them and I couldn't stand them getting hurt. Finney started to cry. I layed on the bed, his head buried in my neck and me stroking his hair "No no no. Finn, I'm sorry. I don't really wanna break up. It's just, Moose was sexually harassing me and calling me a slut so I figured it would be best to break up. And you guys are kinda toxic."

Finney looked at me with doe eyes. "Please don't leave us angel. We're sorry. We'll be better, right guys?" I felt so bad when Bruce said, "yeah darling. We'll be better." "And we'll help deal with Moose." Vance added. "Please don't leave us." Finney said again. "Ok." I sighed. "I won't leave you." "Ever?" "Ever" I agreed.

Little did I know that Finney was smirking over my shoulder.

Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

#billy showalter #yandere billy showalter #billy showalter x reader #robin arellano #finney x robin x reader #yandere robin arellano #robin arellano x reader #finbin #finney blake #yandere finney blake #finney blake x reader #rinney #bruce x vance #brance #yandere bruce yamada #bruce yamada #bruce yamada x reader #yandere vance hopper #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #the black phone #yandere the black phone x reader #yandere the black phone #the black phone x reader

[moodymisty]

Hi absolutely love your primarch fics

Could i request a corvus corax x reader. The poor bird boy needs more love. Maybe something fluffy i do adore the fics where the primarchs are more human and they get a break.

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: Ok so I decided to kind of combine these two also, since they both seemed to work together. This isn't fully NSFW, but there is some lewd elements. I hope that is acceptable to you both.

This is also my first time writing Corvus, and I haven't delved into his lore like I have with some of the other legions. So I apologize in any deviations from his canon and any inconsistencies in this fic apart from the obvious 'primarchs in love' ooc-ness.

Summary: Diplomacy has always been dreadfully boring.

Relationships: Corvus Corax/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW but it's pretty vague, I dunno what to call this I guess fingering? But it's not? hand grinding/rubbing I guess It'll make sense I promise, Voyeurism kink, General 40k mentions so war death all the usual

Word Count: 1714

"You shouldn't have brought that thing here."

The rattly, nearly wheezing voice comes from somewhere out of your sight, and you don't pay any mind to it from how mumbled and furious it seems. You assume it's directed at another, and not yourself. No one has any possible reason to speak with such anger at you, after all; At least as far as you're aware. The fabric of your clothing is wrinkled at the front, and you brush it to flatten it. Perhaps you shouldn't have walked ahead.

"Are you deaf, girl?"

Suddenly you look up, and see someone standing to your side. The source of the voice earlier, you presume, judging by it's similar rasping tone.

Head to toe they are adorned in various cybernetic enhancements, even more so than what is visible to you, judging by the odd, inhuman bulging beneath his ornately decorated copper robes. The metal, hooked fingers of his left hand gesture to the raven perched comfortably atop your left shoulder.

"That, shouldn't be here."

The small metal tubings coming from his neck seem to muffle his speech in some way, and there is a distinct tremor to both his motions and his speech. You don't know if it's the sheer volume of his anger like an engine overheating about to explode, or simply something his extensive cybernetic work has yet to or is unable to fix.

The raven, still unnamed by you, snaps it's beak in the direction of the man's metal finger getting too close to itself and it's keeper, letting out a squawk when the man instantly retracts his hand back close to his peculiarly shaped torso. The raven only then returns to preening your hair, or at least attempting to.

"I think I can bring it where ever I want, thank you."

With no surprise he seems completely shocked by your adamant refusal to listen, no doubt not expecting it in the slightest. You don't know if he hasn't noticed the Aquilla and the symbol of the XIXth on your clothing, or if he just simply doesn't care.

"Unbelievable; You embarrass yourself acting such a way- And where did that, thing, even come f-"

"It was a gift."

The sharp corners of this fortress's halls effectively hid Corvus for a good while until he was quite close, the pitch black of his armor seemingly almost eating the light that shined onto it instead of reflecting it. His hair does the same, flowing down past his jaw and laying against the collar of his armor. He is followed by a retinue of seven, Nykona included among them. Despite all the other Astartes leaving their jetpacks behind because of such tight quarters, Nykona elected to still wear his. The advantage of his skill with it is too great for him not to have for any possible scenario.

Even if this world seems intent on coming peacefully, someone like Corvus is going to take no chance on the matter. You would be of no surprise to find out that there with Raven Guard scattered across this fortress, and along the rocky faces surrounding it.

The man looses color like a draining sink, what little blood left in his body leaving his face and worsening his pallid complexion. He instantly moves to bow, before rising, pointing towards you and instantly breaking any previous respect he might have gained.

"Lord Primarch?! What is your r-"

"That raven was my first courting gift to her."

As if his face couldn't get any paler, it somehow seems to upon the realization that he'd just insulted the new lover of the Primarch who holds this world's neck in a noose trap. The Shadow of the Emperor sits moored just in the planet's outer atmosphere, ready at any moment. Corvus need only give the word.

Had Corvus the desire, he could simply level this rock until it was nothing but ash beneath the treads of his boots. But he was perhaps a bit more human than some of his brothers, and given the planet had relatively vast infrastructure and plentiful resources, he had elected diplomacy. To make use of said infrastructure, rather than simply leveling it and starting over.

You hear a soft sound; The crackling of a vox channel being used between the Astartes helmets. It's a subtle sound you've gotten keen to. They're talking to each other on their private channel, but about what you have no idea.

The one left of Corvus, not Nykona, is who speaks up.

"What are our orders, My Lord?"

Corvus gestures down the hall at the end of which lies the grand meeting room you had been moving towards, before getting interrupted. The counciler that once had the intent to scold you now stands frozen, fearful of the Primarch's lack of interest in his existence.

"Two post at the door. The rest with me."

The Primarch begins walking forwards and nearly through the man, had he not stumbled out of the way.

Corvus need only take one look at him, to send the man scuttering back towards his peers. You follow beside Corvus, and one of the Astartes slows his gait ever so slightly to allow you to do so.

The four Astartes spread across the meeting room once you enter, all placing themselves near points of entry like windows. It's nowhere near as large as something you would see on Terra, but it's more than sizable to need a few Astartes to cover it's corners.

However, you had entered the room with five- you notice a group of candles almost blow out from an invisible wind, but you elect to look away from it.

A myriad of profuse apologies on behalf of and from their compatriot fill the air, mixed between bowing and spouting of enough titles to fill a stew pot; Only once it concludes do you finally sit. They must've heard the altercation from moments ago, and you struggle not to show amusement at the theatrics. But after that moment, only a feeling of boredom remains.

In the deep recesses of your mind, perhaps one sicker than you might wish it, you lament Corvus's choice of diplomacy.

It's longer, far more tedious, and has you spending all of your energy speaking with stuffy priests and diplomats that has your mind aching in either boredom or annoyance. Or at worst, anger. Like moments ago in the hall. With something such as war, the goal is at least on first impression, simple and obtainable. Diplomacy requires a firm hand, yet gentle, and results in having a legion of Astartes figuratively chomping at the bit.

Thankfully, Corvus has Imperium agents and his own diplomats to do most of the gentle talking. Corvus is far too blunt and tight lipped for these sorts of things, and you aren't on your best behavior after the incident in the hall. You swear that man might actually just collapse dead if Corvus spares him one more glance.

But the Primarch seems disinterested, though not much to your surprise. What is a surprise however, is when he seems to decide to find a way to occupy his mind elsewhere. On matters perhaps a bit more interesting to him.

His hand lays on your thigh. It's heavy; The ceramite of his armor adds a considerable heft. You look up at him curious and receive nothing back in return. He has always been impeccable at hiding his emotions behind an mask of complete indifference, and only sometimes does it fall off. You only catch his dark eyes for a moment before he looks elsewhere, the sunlight colored through the stained glass and shining on his pale skin.

His hand trails further up your thigh, though it doesn't much have to given the sheer size of his hand in comparison to your body. He might perhaps not be the largest of all the Primarchs, but that doesn't mean his body is any less gargantuan compared to your own.

The raven, which has been largely silent since sitting, shifts from your shoulder to his, content with it's higher perch. Your clothing bunches and wrinkles underneath his armored fingers, before the outside of his armored palm presses against your cunt. You feel a jolt of lighting go up your spine, and it's a struggle not shift your shoulders forward as he applies a non-stop pressure to your most sensitive areas.

You put a hand on his fingers and attempt to peel them away, but they stay firm. It's like trying to pry away the fingers of a marble statue. There is absolutely no chance in doing so and now you sit at the mercy of whatever he wishes to do to you. A question that will get no answer, as you glance upward again his watch his stoic face glance from person to person. As if completely unaware or uncaring of what he is doing.

He is intent to try your patience, it seems. You lean slightly forward as your nerves make you fear of anyone being able to see what's happening beneath the table; As you know there is at least one cloaked Raven Guard somewhere in the room. If he was behind you, he would be easily able to see. Especially as The Primarch's hand begins to move, unsatisfied with simply forcing his way into the front of your mind with just his still pressure. Each movement he makes makes your body feel hotter, like you're going to boil alive despite the cool air

"And mandatory requisitions..."

Negotiations seem to be doing well, from what murmurs you pick up. But you're too busy tensing your thighs as Corvus rubs the side of his hand against your clothed cunt to notice. His armor is unyielding, pressing against you firm and forcing your thighs apart slightly no matter how hard you fight it. You'd be hard pressed to have anything come to mind at this point. Slowly and with every muscle in your body tensed, you attempt to let out a deep, heavy sigh without casting any interest your way.

You cross your ankles, and put your chin in the nook of your index finger and thumb, placing fingers over your lips in an attempt to simply look bored. Your other hand grasps onto the first two fingers of his hand for dear life, desperately trying not to even make a single movement out of place let alone make a noticeable sound. You can feel the way your undergarments slide against your cunt, soaked and crying for it to stop, and for it to continue until you finally come.

"We can construct a new harbor..."

You've completely lost the path of what's happening around you, thighs quivering from how tight you have them pressed together around Corvus' hand. But his hand still moves between them up and down against your clothed cunt, unimpeded.

A harsh breath is all you let out of your nose as you feel your stomach tense as you come against him through the layers of fabric, feeling like you're being watched by a million eyes. But none are, except for him.

Through that flawless, neutral expression, he glances downward at you before he pulls his gauntlet from between your thighs and rests it back against the massive wooden tabletop. You could tell the look in his eyes. He lets you settle down from the high in silence, in a room that feels like a stage. You have no possible idea of how long you'll be stuck here, as your clit throbs in aftershocks.

You look away from his dark eyes before they trap you for good, and lament the wet, sticky feeling against your undergarments as you shift in your seat.

#I will reference Nykona in everything with Corax I swear to god because I love him #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #Corvus Corax x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

[bakugoushoez]

—It’s the little things.

Dabi x reader

Summary: Dabi doesn’t do gifts until your reaction became addictive.

Warnings: Dabi is a simp.

Word count: 1.6k

Dabi doesn't do gifts.

Not for the league.

Not for you.

Not even for himself. 

It's a world known fact that he doesn't care much for gifting when you claim 'all you need is him.'

He's content with that.

and so are you.

Plus it's not like he can freely walk into a store and shop and pay like normal civilians can with money that he doesn't have.

Though, he is really good at keeping himself on the low and managing to sneak any item into his pocket.

He grew accustomed to it as a young teenager. Stealing food and water to keep himself barely alive whilst he lived on the harsh streets. The streets where strangers would turn a cheek to the poor kid just asking for some spare change to barely get by, business owners yelling profanities and chasing a bandaged fourteen year old only wanting a small loaf of bread for his first meal in a day.

Dabi knew the neglection and he adapted to it.

Ten years later, he's a lot quicker and smoother with his hands. He keeps his words slick and to a minimal if he's caught or, if they're in a more isolated area...then what's another burnt corpse to be found?

So when you see Dabi has come home with a bouquet of dark red roses that have  slightly burnt edges, you knew he didn't pull money out and pay. But you're still appreciative and love the simple gesture because you knew that he still went out of his way to bring you home a little gift even if it meant risking getting caught even more.

He did something for you knowing that there's a chance he can get caught and thrown in jail...and prison once they realize who he is.

But he loves you and he's now come to the realization that he absolutely loves "buying" you gifts.

Dabi's heart soars as he see's your love and adoration kick in whenever he shyly holds out something for you. He loves that you cheeks tint just a bit and your eyes already say the words he has taken a weakness to. He loves that your hands take care to the item he has handed to you, whether it's a plush or some roses, you never fail to treat them with to upmost respect and care.

You treat him with the upmost respect and care.

Lastly, he loves the way you hug him. How you stand on tippy toes just to reach your arms around his neck and hold him close. Your touch is one he craves, one he loves. The feeling of your body against his as you whisper a "Thank you" and kiss the area beneath his ear is one that he will never in a million years grow tired of.

You will never be something he will ever grow tired of.

So, when Dabi comes home today —after a long few weeks— he's immeasurably nervous, but, nonetheless excited.

To see you and to be home.

As Dabi approaches the thin white door, his heavy boots thudding and dragging against the hallway carpet floor, he sees his hands begin to shake. Not too much, but to a noticeable amount..has he ever been this nervous in his life?

Dabi lives with an ego way too high that it drowns out a need for confidence. So to see the trembling of those luscious dark roses his hand holds really is surprising to anyone that has known him. He tries to swallow the thick lump in his throat as he knocks one, two, three times.

He patiently waits around for a few seconds, blue eyes grazing over the empty hallway for any neighbors that might come walking down. When your lighter footsteps are heard from the other side, only then does his eyes focus forward and ears perk up. With every step you take closer and closer to the door, Dabi can feel his heart beating rapidly. His hands feel clammy and a few petals even fall off the perfect roses for his perfect girl. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and the next second you're there.

You stand in front of him with a smile he's seen so many times.

And oh his heart explodes right then and there.

He has the aura of a twelve year old boy.

Awkward and shy.

He diverts his eyes into your dim and clean apartment, his body noticeably tensing up and protesting away from you.

You lightly laugh at his demeanor. You're so used to some cocky line as you open the door but tonight he's awfully quiet and barely able to look you in your eyes.

"You look ashamed of yourself." His eyes quickly snap back to you as your voice invades his ears, though your tone is cocky.

"Don't tell me you stuck your dick in someone else while you were out." You laugh out as you shift your weight onto one leg and cross your arms over your chest. You assume a judgy persona as you jokingly scan him up and down, pretending to not notice the bouquet he holds so nervously for you.

"You know I wouldn't do that." Dabi scoffs out in response as he carefully maneuvers past your sarcastic position and into your abode. His lack of attention and response to you doesn't fail to go by unnoticed. Dabi scans around your small area, taking note to the half empty glass of wine you've been sipping on and the paused t.v show you were playing before you heard a knock. Quiet and carefully, you walk towards the taller man, gently placing your hands onto his patched cheeks and directing his eyes to you.

"Are you okay?" You calmly ask, locking eye contact with his beautiful blues. His jaw tenses under your touch and he seems to feel warmer than usual. Frantically, your hands press gently to his skin, feeling the warmer temperature with concern. "Did you catch a cold?"

He softly laughs as he shakes his head no.

"What's wrong?"

The man only sighs in response before practically shoving the delicate roses in your face. "I just-," The words get caught in his throat as he feels your soft fingers just barely graze against his when you take the bouquet from his hands.

Jesus, he feels like a teenager in those cliché movies.

"You?" You raise an eyebrow in suspicion as you look up from examining his signature on the roses. He visibly swallows harshly, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. Dabi turns to the cabinets behind him and grab a glass, quickly filling it up and chugging the water down like there's no tomorrow. "Babe, what's wrong? You're starting to worry me a bit more." You nervously chuckle while he wipes his mouth and faces you again.

Next thing you know, his hands are grabbing your face just to force your lips to his. The kiss startled you only for a mere second before you melt into him. His lips against yours is like heroine to an addict, it keeps you going.

Dabi is your heroin.

Always and forever.

When he pulls away, he smiles. He smiles to where it tugs and irritates his staples. He smiles to the point that it starts to hurt. But he doesn't care, he's finally happy.

"I just love you...a lot." Dabi confesses to you, still holding your face as if the moment he lets go you'd be gone.

Your smile says otherwise. God your smile, he never wants to forget it.

"I love you too Dabi." He'll never get sick of hearing those words. If he could, he would play your words on repeat. Both headphones in, volume one hundred percent. "Thank you for the roses, I love them." Kneeling to a cabinet, you pull out a glass vase only to fill it with water and place the bouquet inside. "They're beautiful."

"You're beautiful." The words weren't meant to slip out of his mouth, but without thinking, they did and he has no regrets about it. You gaze up at him in response, the corners of your mouth lift into nothing but a soft smile. One so perfect and so gracious.

You emit a light that has kept him out of the dark.

"I got you uhm- I got you something else too." He clears his throat, left hand reaching around to his back pocket only to pull out a flat square velvet box.

You shift your focus to the small black box in his shuddering hands. Dabi's heart pounds harder against his rib cage when he watches you carefully lift the lid of his gift from the bottom half.

He stares at your face, watching for your reaction as you slowly reveal the most expensive item he's ever bought.

Yes, bought.

With money that he had saved up.

You reveal a lustrous sapphire gem sits gorgeously on a sterling silver chain.

He watches as your mouth slightly drops open, shock taking over your features.

You're way too stunned to even pick it up.

Dabi awaits for you to speak, to say something or start crying but you just stand there, staring at the necklace like you've just found the cure for cancer.

So he takes initiative, speaking before you.

"Let me put it on for you." Dabi gently pulls the necklace out of its casing as you turn around and gather your hair out of his way. As the gem now lays on your chest, Dabi clips the two ends together for it to now hang around your neck.

Before you release your soft [h/c] strands from your hold, Dabi's lips gently kiss the nape of your neck with love.

"I couldn't resist when I thought of how good it'd look on you." He speaks quietly, kissing you again.

"Thank you Touya."

#i didn’t know how to end it🥲 #this is not proofread #baby boy is in LOVE! #simp!dabi #dabi #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #touya #mha x reader #dabi x you #dabi fluff #fluff #mha fluff

[auld-a]

Hello, can I request dorm leaders x male reader as briar beuty if not it's ok thank you

TWST Dorm Leader x Male!Briar Beauty!Yuu

okay but side note did any of you know that briar was confirmed to be afro-latina because I didn't but I love it so much😭

🌹Riddle Rosehearts🌹

After spending so much time with Kalim as a fellow dorm leader he can't say he's not familiar with the ropes

That doesn't mean he knows how to deal with it daily

When he first met you, he kept his distance a tad because he truly felt like there was nothing deeper with you other than partying

After you saved him from his overblot and you both actually spent a little bit of time with each other he discovered he was very wrong

He heavily sympathizes with your sleeping condition and what that could potentially mean for you if you're forced to follow through with your destiny

He also loves how you manage to keep so upbeat in spite of that, it's something he truly admires about you and another thing he can really use in his life

That doesn't mean you don't give him gray hairs from time to time since you've now made the ADeuce duo into a trio

He's tired please let him rest

Speaking of rest, he's become very vigilant on any time you may be starting to doze off

He makes sure the dorm students always have something handy to ensure a comfortable rest for you

It's probably a rule to not disturb any sleeping party and anyone who does is immediately collared

He may have gotten character development but he's willing to pretend he didn't from time to time if it's for your happiness

You are always happily available to help decorate for unbirthday parties since 1. parties are obviously your specialty, and 2. you wouldn't miss a chance to add a little Briar touch to it

Trey greatly appreciates your help with this and because of that you two have become good friends

You and Cater bond over Magicam but also always appearing to others as sort of a mask for your true self. Everyone sees you as a party guy and everyone sees him as a 24/7 happy guy with a chronic dependency on Magicam

You get along with everyone from that dorm and Riddle loves that and loves you

🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁

This is a surprisingly good match

You may stick out in his dorm like a sore thumb but he gets along with you like he does with Vil

He relentlessly teases you as his communication of affection (he does it to Vil for entertainment, he does it to you because of a crush)

The only difference is that you would probably tease him back

It's like a competition at this point

He discovers your sleeping condition on the very few times he's awake and you both are having a conversation at lunch

He turns his head away for a second and BOOM, face down in your food

At first he thinks it's like a joke or something

He tries to get you up but it obviously doesn't work, he doesn't entirely understand what's happening until the ADeuce duo explain it to him

He has you talk to him about it more in depth later, about your family line, the curse, your destiny, all of it

This makes him kinda feel bad

He takes advantage of his opportunities both in school and his relationships by sleeping since he knows he can't really be punished for it

but for you sleeping is quite literally a curse that's keeping you from everything you want to do, and will eventually be the reason you lose everything you love

Because of this it not only makes him determined to be better about his lazy habits but also to make sure you don't go back to your world

he won't keep you if you really wanna go back but he couldn't stand to lose you to some dumb destiny that you have no say in, he relates all too well to that feeling

That doesn't mean he doesn't use your random sleeping spells as an excuse to fall asleep himself

Lots and lots of snuggles

Like Riddle he's very good at telling when you're about to fall asleep but since his senses are so sharpened it kind of just comes naturally to him

If you're standing next to him he doesn't even have to look at you to know you're about to doze off and fall down in the process

he catches you every time without even a glance

🐙Azul Ashengrotto🐙

To be honest there's not a lot about you both that would fit in immediately

I think it's mostly your opposite personalities that kind of get you together

He knows about your condition through the tweels

How they know? Who knows.

Fun fact: you can actually hear for miles while you're sleeping (yes this is canon)

So he would probably try to make you a deal for this super hearing minus the sleeping thing

But you're somewhat perceptive when you want to be so signing any sort of contract is just out of the deal

After his overblot you teach him to love the parts of himself that he doesn't even if it may be hard

You're very good at learning how to deal with insecurities in yourself and with others which helps when giving advice

You're always begging him to let you host a party at the Monstro Lounge

If you can prove trustworthy with it he'll let you

Eventually he sees this as a marketing opportunity and will subtly encourage you to host more parties there with the staff as a catering service

You both make bank off of this and he takes you shopping so he can see you happy

Also an opportunity to get matching clothes

When he learns of your destiny this makes him greatly upset

he doesn't want the most crucial parts of your life to be taken away from you because of something as idiotic as a destiny

He would try to use his UM on you to either make you stay in Twisted Wonderland or to take this curse away from you

Whether or not you make the deal is up to you

🥳Kalim Al-Asim🥳

You two get along too well it's scary

Like actually how

He definitely became more aware of your condition after a party

You had been invited to one of his many parties which you attended of course and after a long night of dancing and food you just crashed

At first he thought it was because the party tired you out but became worried when his efforts to wake you up in the morning didn't work

he sought out Ace and Deuce hoping maybe they could wake you up, which they did by blasting music, but before that they told him about your sleeping habits

He felt so bad, after all he couldn't imagine sleeping for years with no way to spend time with his friends

This makes him want to throw even more parties so you can spend as much time with everyone as possible

You both use this reason to guilt Jamil into letting you throw parties

He doesn't like that but he does enjoy when you use parties as a form of tutoring

It keeps Kalim entertained and leaves Jamil with plenty of free-time

Because of this Jamil has mixed feelings about you but appreciates when you help him out nonetheless

One of the many kinds of parties thrown at Scarabia is obviously slumber parties

Kalim will always without fail initiate a pillow fight

You two share a beanbag on these occasions

🦚Vil Schoenheit🦚

You like both gossip and fashion, so you're basically already Vil's type of person

You probably fell asleep while he was doing your makeup

He tried to wake you up for a while but after he discovered he couldn't he just finished your makeup and asked Rook what that was about since he has tabs on everyone in school

Rook is the one to bestow the knowledge of your sleeping condition on Vil

He would probably try to get more information out of you the next time you two hang out together

If you tell him about the destiny you had back in your old world he would be very disappointed

he sees so much potential in you in so many ways and knowing that one day that and everything else will have to be taken from you because of some stupid curse is just so sad (alexa play despacito-)

This makes him determined to pack in as many activities and such with you as possible

This includes a lot of fashion shows and photoshoots as well as just regular things for you both to do together

He appreciates your upbeat energy but the type of parties you throw are not often for him

Though he'll sometimes go anyways to make sure you don't do something stupid or fall asleep in a bad place

Speaking of sleep, if he can't ensure you have a proper sleep schedule, he'll at least make sure you'll have a proper sleep

there's basically a drill in Pomefiore anytime you fall asleep to get you to the nearest comfortable surface with only the best pillows and blankets

During one of said drills Epel would probably get a sharpie and draw something stupid all over your face

If Vil sees he'll quietly scold Epel while wiping it off of your face in your sleep

If you find out before Vil, you and Epel would probably laugh and set up an elaborate prank to do it to Vil when he's asleep then probably blame Rook or something

you and Epel would be very chaotic together but Vil still loves you

He loves you so much that I have no doubt he would secretly be trying to find a formula for a potion that can rid you of this curse forever

🎮Idia Shroud🎮

As a token extrovert your job is obviously to adopt all the local introverts

And the top of your list is definitely Idia

Just like Kalim you would be someone he tends to avoid because of your hyperactive attitude, but also like Kalim you don't let that happen

You obviously are aware of and respect his boundaries, but you definitely encourage him to spend time with you

Not necessarily in a group setting just together playing games or having a spa day or something

He prefers this to always spending his time in his room

He likes his games and shows but it gets lonely fast when you don't have someone to share things with in person

His outward reaction to your destiny is probably something equivalent to "That's rough buddy"

But internally he's losing it

You're one of the few people that gave him the attention and love he craved but now you'll have to be taken away from him because of something your mother was cursed with and a book?

To add even more salt to the wound, he came to a school of magic but curses and such aren't his area of expertise so he can't really do much to help you in the long run

just like the others he would definitely want to do as many things with you as possible before your time together runs out

One time you threw him one of those parties where everyone gets together and plays different kinds of video games

He hates parties but that's the one time where someone has taken into account his interests when hosting one

he was incredibly happy

the more that you build his self-esteem up, I think the more confident he would be to try and convince either Vil or Malleus to help him lift the curse on you

he'd be close to pissing himself the whole time but he can't risk a life without you

🐉Malleus Draconia🐉

Oh wow you're cursed to prick your finger on a spinning wheel and sleep for 100 years that sounds vaguely familiar

When he hears your name and what your destiny is he would probably think it's fate that you two met

He always says that since your name is Briar you were basically fated to become the second king of Briar Valley

You think he's joking, he is not

He's very aware of what one should do in the case of surprise sleeping spells (he basically raised Silver with Lilia he knows what he's doing)

but I feel like yours requires different protocols since yours is more of a surprise since you just randomly doze off whenever, and because it's much harder to get you back up

When you fall asleep he'll usually just wait it out but it makes his mind wander to sad places

Knowing of your destiny he tries to be cool about it but deep down he's very angry

Not at you of course but at the hand you've been given in life

He didn't always have such a great life, he was brought up very lonely, but you made these school years so full of joy for him that he couldn't bear to lose you especially not in a way that so much resembles what he will grow up to be

He knows that one day you'll potentially have to sleep for 100 years, meaning malleus won't be able to see you, his closest friend and lover, for 100 years except behind a glass coffin

When you wake up he always tell you "I would be willing to wait 100 years or more if that means I can see you again"

NO SHARP THINGS AROUND YOU

EVER

END OF STORY

You get to drag him to every party you're invited to or that you throw

He sticks to you like glue the entire time but it's how people get to know him better and he starts to actually enjoy attending such events with you

I feel like if you ever had to fulfill your destiny he would either wait out the promised 100 years, or he would be the one to fulfill the story of true love's kiss (kinda like in the live action Maleficent)

If you didn't he would probably be because he managed to life the curse from you

Either way he doesn't plan on losing you to this

You hit the jackpot of partners bro

You're scared of losing everything you love because they'll all be dead by the time you wake up?

HAVE A DRAGON PARTNER THAT'S THE MALE EQUIVALENT OF THE WITCH WHO CURSED YOU AND YOUR LINEAGE WHO NEVER AGES :D

#riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #riddle x yuu #leona x yuu #azul x yuu #kalim x male reader #vil x yuu #idia x yuu #malleus x yuu #male reader #ever after high #briar beauty #twst x yuu

[shinjisdone]

TSAWH - Askeladd's and Canute's impression of You

just a little brainrot since I've been wanting to write something more easy and lowkey

What Askeladd and Canute think of you male and female version TW: mentions of slavery and misogyny

Askeladd:

The man does not raise a brow at another young man joining his little band. He is already used to small brats thanks to Thorfinn so another one hopping in does not take the leader off guard at all.

He would, however, be intrigued by your attempts to befriend Thorfinn, involuntarily or not which can be either a good idea or a bad one. He does not really care what happens to you as long as you can fulfill his role as his chess piece. Still, part of him would be glad and perhaps even relieved to have Thorfinn find a friend in you. Vikings all cooperarate for one single goal in mind that usually ends up only done for the gain of oneself and never for the other. There are no real bonds when killing and pillaging so it eases Askeladd when he sees your genuineness and...kindness.

Now, a man having a heart? A kind heart? That's looked down upon, especially when it isn't expected of an viking. You'd be called a coward and not a real man, which Askeladd cannot defend you against and would even go along with insulting you, too, sometimes meaning and at times exeggarating for the sake of not being the sore thumb sticking out. Askeladd blames it first on you being young and simply wanting a friend but he mulls whether or not you might also be craving normalcy in this brutal world. You kill and take but are kind and considerate in a way that no one else here is for his peer. It's hypocritical but...relieving.

You both are young. Don't end up like him.

Another thing that is so relieving to see is the genuineness in all words and actions that he spies on you two exchanging. You accept Thorfinn and his thirst for revenge yet are not like him at all. Is that truly what a bond looks like? He doesn't know. All he knows is that the closest thing to a friend he has is Björn and he even he does not know everything about Askeladd - everything that he is - and would most likely not accept him like you are to the small blonde. Björn only clings to him, looks up to him because having another one like him makes him feel powerful. Misery loves company but it is too one-sided to truly feel like a friendship where vulnerability can bloom.

He doesn't have that but you do. And he envies it.

However, a woman being his bandmate? Hah! What are the odds?

As amusing as the sight all is, Askeladd secretely strongly dislikes you being here. Stupid girl, don't you know how utterly dangerous it is to be around such abhorrent Nordics? Barbarians that would not have an ounce of empathy in their cold, decayed hearts if something happened to you and if they are the perperators? You really think you stand a chance in this cruel world of vikings?

He'd often subtly throw you lines to discourage you and have you end up leaving for good. Go ahead, risk a life of slavery! Just go back from where you came from, to people who care about you, live a normal and peaceful life and then die there and not here on the battlefield! Askeladd genuinely believes you will just end up as fodder, as a corpse left to rot in a river, anything, anything that is below than whatever else vikings will face at the end. It is inevitable that you will suffer a worse fate even if no one knows what it might be.

And yet, he does not directly kick you out. You have a role after all that you need to fulfill as his chess piece and no matter how often he thinks that just tomorrow you might regret your decision of joining him or how often you remind him of his mother, the leader will not ever just let you go. His plan is too important and you are a valuable tool. He gets angry at how his own bandmates speak of women but he does throw out his morals and views to endanger you without hesitation. A hypocrit.

Well, at least Thorfinn keeps you safe - but even there he is a hypocrit. He does not believe that this dumbass of a kid truly understands how important it is to protect you and how he must do it - even when Askeladd is the one endangering you time and time again! In Askeladd's mind, Thorfinn does not enough, especially in any clever way, so he will also throw advice to him clad as insults. A true man must be ready to cut down anyone and anything to keep his loved one safe, betray any father and half-brothers and sail across the ocean to dig her grave in her home. Anything less is an offense and if the kid truly swears to want you by his side, then he better do everything better Askeladd had ever done for his mother.

Canute:

A man such as you is rare - or rather, peculiar. You kill but do not raid, you share companionship with the biggest brute he has ever seen and even though you have been ordered to guard him, you do so with genuine concern over his well-being. Even if it is pity as he feared, your behavior is still strange. No other viking would do so.

This leads to Ragnar being wary of you and therefore telling Canute to be wary as well. A man does not smile at royalty like this, there must be an underlying motivation. Blackmail, trickery, his own very plan to take him hostage, you name it. But Canute cannot believe it all. A strong person like you offering your hand with a smile while protecting him so dearly...it leaves him rather flustered. You are so capable it makes him think that your behavior is akin to that of an leader. Askeladd certainly got the brains for one but you hold a genuine worry over someone like him - someone you see as weaker and innocent probably but even so, he will take your outstretched hand. For none other looked at him like that but Ragnar, the only other man knowing love. Perhaps as a future leader, he should follow your example? It makes him yearn to be like you.

The prince would definitely make a face when he sees Thorfinn, with his thunderous glare and pout, and next to him stands a young woman. He'd definitely be more surprised here as well as Ragnar, but would not have the guts to question it. Instead, he sits in his corner and glimpses from the corner of his eye and slits of his helmet at you. He's seen vikings but not women being one of them. It leaves him curious but frightened. However, as soon as you save him as his knight does his entire opinion of you change. You become somewhat of an enigma but Canute throws all questions on why a person such as you even works for Askeladd and solely focuses on the soft kindness you've shown him. Like a lovesick boy he gains a temporary infatuation with you, connecting your sweet actions with that of the femininity you posses and might go overboard on what he imagines you to be versus who you truly are - it's nothing dangerous though. Little prince is no threat to anything yet, so he just looks up to you as something kind and loving. Something he wishes everyone was.

#vinland saga headcanon #vinland saga #TSAWH #vinland saga Askeladd #askeladd #vinland saga Canute #canute

[longjiaojiao]

story of those agents from Cars2

Conceived a story with a friend about agents in which Leland and Rod both survive and Zil is an experienced Russian spy. We've conceived a few stories that we hope to share sometime, but for now, here are some characterisations.

(my English is not good so firstly thank you all for the understanding )

Leland: He was helped by a Russian spy to complete a fake death before being executed by Lemons. However, after being rescued, he has been imprisoned, during which time Leland himself don't know who saved him. Only after the Russian Secret Service took care of the ensuing troubles and made sure that neither the British nor the American agents knew of Leland's rescue was Leland released from his confinement cell. After his release, Leland was placed under house arrest by Zil to help him with some of his intelligence.

Rod: He survived because someone in the Lemons called the police. However Rod was unaware of this. After recovering, he works with Finn to deal with the Lemons' remnants, but he is left with a series of aftereffects, both psychological and physical. Who called the police? No one knows.

Zil: He was a race car back in the Soviet Union, but was ridiculed for not being that fast and became one of the "lemons". But by chance, the Soviet secret service took a liking to his character, tough, stable and very smart, not fast enough to keep up, but enough to outrun ninety-nine per cent of the cars as far as firepower and IQ were concerned. Zil has also always been one of the best secret service agents, although he has shown tendencies to have low self-esteem from time to time in his life since.

He has siblings, but no one knows their names. Zil is unsmiling and very serious as an agent, he doesn't like to co-operate. Being slow and has a bad physical condition, he's very focused on keeping himself out of harm. Zil is the silent observer of the team, giving the most valuable help when it matters most. As a friend, he is sensitive, good at reading people and very kind, but also can't stand loud noises and jokes at certain times and is easily offended. Has a sweet tooth and dislikes the loud sound of running water (who knows why).

Old part of The Secret Service after the collapse of the Soviet Union gradually began to be split from the government, this part of Secret Service which Zil is serving is doing their own thing and even having hostile relations with some part of government. In this incident, someone in the upper echelons of the Russian side was making a deal directly with Lemons, so the Secret Service side couldn't directly reveal their involvement in the suppression of Lemons, and none of the agents from the other countries knew that there were Russian agents meddling.

Since Leland had saved Zil many years ago (unbeknownst to Finn), Zil took the risk of sending an undercover agent to save him.

We made all this up it has nothing to do with the real world, and I'm not a fan of spy movies, so there's no logic only the joy of making up stories!

#LJ cars2 agents story #cars fandom #pixar cars #disney cars #rod redline #leland turbo

[gojosbf]

I started following you after 236 because your emotions and posts echoed my sentiments. I love your posts. They make me laugh, they make cry. But most importantly they make me feel like I am not insane to feel this way for something fictional.

I hate the fact that bringing any criticism towards Gege’s writing results in being called a Gojotard. You can like the entirety of something and still criticise certain aspects of it.

I am not condoning all the threats and hate directed towards Gege but fans are allowed to be mad at the direction this story is going. Yes it is Gege’s world but we can have complains about it. That doesn’t make us fake fans. That just shows how much we’ve loved what he has created and how it affects us when it is taken away.

I feel many fans are tiptoeing around it because there are two extremities now in the JJk fandom. One - that will defend anything Gege produces and the other who is so done with characters being killed off and not adding anything to the plot. Both these sides are equally loud and thus polarising this fandom. People were on the edge after how Yuki’s fight with Kenjaku was handled and I think 236 was the final blow that divided the fandom.

I came across one post yesterday where it highlights the huge power difference between good guys and the bad guys with just Sukuna’s power alone. This is minus all the power Sukuna gave up (we don’t know if he got them back after).

It contains spoilers for 237 - https://www.tumblr.com/sleep-deprivedracoon/729649802609082368/jjk-manga-leaks-heavy-spoilers-ahead-please-do

To me, it feels like Gege has written himself into a corner indeed with shattering the ceiling (Gojo’s power was considered the ceiling in JJK power scaling) with Sukuna’s abilities.

What do you think?

i am trying to piece all my thoughts together in this so pls don't mind if it gets too long or loses track a bit.

first of all thank you and we are in this together i feel you I am still trying to wrap my head around the recent leak, until and unless we have proper leaks i will remain in denial about megumi also it's so sad to see how after the massive shock and reaction we got last week we've just given up this week it has become a thing where we are just hoping gege doesn't kill another of our favs and atp this trick is getting too overused to be appreciated (also the reason why as you mentioned we have two extremist side of fandom). i get it. gojo's death and sealing got jjk trending yet again, publicity even if negative publicity is still garnering the intrigue of many more people, not to ignore we have equal amounts of, if not more gojo haters because he was too strong.

now coming back to the story line, yes we are allowed to criticize when there are obvious plot holes and it serves for no purpose other than shock factor. Gojo's death was massively poorly written because all this time gege kept implying that even if sukuna had all his fingers gojo was the strongest (which is why he had to use mahoraga) his plot was gojo and sukuna are AT par with each other which is why this was a big deal and why he had to be sealed so kenjaku could follow through his plans and when sukuna regained his powers gojo wouldn't be a hindrance. now compare that to 236, it says sukuna actually wasn't going all out and NOW sukuna is to reveal his true form. really? really?? when the strongest character you've ever created does not stand a chance against this demon we're supposed to believe that the rest can? his students who are yet to unleash their full strength, the only special grade is supposed to? i mean we can still hope on yuuta because he has rika, the queen of curses and sukuna being the king of curses (love kashimo but as they said he's probably not surviving) but that doesn't seem much of a hope (as much i wish it was).

now coming back to the topic of when was the last time the good guys had a proper win since shibuya? do we really remember it?? (ofc apart from maki and unsealing) the bad guys are still standing strong, we have yet to see atleast one of main villains to fall and when is this going to happen??? it's been over 2 years now just how long are we supposed to keep digesting as "not so shonen" writing? (even mahito's death was just kenjaku absorbing him). i mean yeah it keeps us on edge but you as the author have the responsibility to keep the readers addicted and going and by the looks of it the og fans are dropping it one by one, is it really worth it? is it gege?

ofc course i don't condone the death threats but cmon a frustrated reader watching their favourite characters losing all the time is allowed to express themselves, maybe gege has a plan to turn this around but right now people are allowed to be angry and pissed and confused and frustrated, it's only natural, they cannot just expect people to see evil winning all the time and be alright about it now can they? these people calling others a "gojotard" are here for fun and they understood the premise of the mcs always losing so they root for the overpowered villains and hence enjoy the manga and move along what they fail to understand is that some of us are not capable of switching sides, we are still rooting for trios, the initial sorcerers whom we got attached to and we are tired of seeing them constantly unhappy. you're allowed to complain!! criticism is valid!!!!

and i seriously hope gege has some trick up his sleeves or he's ready to lose a good chunk of his loyal fans because this isn't looking good. we wasted last six months for nothing really, unsealing gojo did not help with anything except a 13 chapter long fight. and the outcome? back to square one!!!! so what was the point of the whole unsealing arc and shinjuku fight? not to mention the lukewarm reaction to his death portrayal and barely a passable explanation. sukuna is very oped currently but i have two bets against him, angel and yuuta (remember when sukuna thought angel was a pain and he wanted to kill them because he thought they could get in way).

i agree with t user sleepdeprivedracoon hakari has to win, there's no way gege is planning to kill him because then the manga is done for and i do not care what others say we are allowed to grieve, complain and make memes and jokes out of this hopeless situation we are currently in because that's literally how this manga is going so others who are so aggressively defending gege need to understand the criticism is valid and these reactions are valid and they need to get off their high horse. the not so shounen excuse is really not that convincing and we are allowed to be frustrated and angry it's a natural human reaction damn it. till then keep reading and remember life gets better but jjk doesn't (surpise us this halloween gege pls)

#so that was extremely long but i hope i answered everything you were looking for #and asks like these are always welcome because it just comforts me that i am not alone either #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #jjk manga #jjk 236 #jjk 237 #jjk spoilers #ask

[hazbinextgeneration]

(John) Doe Eyed Ch4 Doe Lost Interest (Or Not)

(This heavily is based on and references the 'Ending 3 Doe Lost Interest' ending of the game John Doe Plus by Mortisfox and John Doe and all related characters belongs to them. Although the story takes a different turn from the cannon games. Oc and art by me.)

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Sun shined through the window and the rays of sunlight lit up the room like a light switch. Morning had arrived and woken up the whole world with its light.  The peaceful quiet that was brought with it was disturbed however by a shrill beeping of an alarm. It continued to be loud and obnoxious through the silent.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP-

CLICK!

A hand quickly lifted from the blankets that fell off the figure leaning up and smacked down furiously on the clock until the alarm went off and a body sat up. Long messy white hair cascaded down in tangled locks covering the tired face until she pushed her hair out of the way and glanced at the clock. 

"Ugh. What time is it?" Pink eyes widened at the time and she groaned. "Great. I slept in. I gotta get up if I don't wanna be even later."

Blankets were thrown off and she hurriedly stumbled her way to the bathroom. A cold shower is just what she needed to wake her up this morning. She was going to be an hour and more late. There's no getting around that. She took a while to get dressed and she was just able to catch the bus before it could pull away. Thank goodness. She stumbled onto the bus panting and gasping for breath as she paid her fee and just walked onto the bus and plopping into a random blue seat. Her back to the wall and head thrown up in a groan. Great. She was going to be in so much trouble with her boss for being late, and her coworker was going to be so mad at her. Hopefully they would go easy on her if she still showed up. The bus slowly started to motor away from the bus stop and drive leaving her to sit there for awhile catching her breath. This would certainly be a good chance too. 

The ride continued on and slowly her breathing went back to normal. Her body got some much needed rest and ever so slowly her eyes opened up to stare at the ceiling. And sigh...This was going to be a long day. Pink eyes eventually rolled from the ceiling to casually glance around at the bus. ..Huh. Not a lot of people were on the bus today. Just the driver, one or two other people sitting or standing around, herself, and...She froze. It was back. That feeling was back. 

Someone was watching her.

A shiver went down her spine and she froze. She hadn't had this feeling since she got the job and started going to a different part of town. She thought she finally brushed it off but now it was back..WHY WAS IT BACK?! A panic feeling spiked through her mind as pink eyes quickly looked around her. None of the people she saw was staring at her. Then who's eyes were on her? Her head turned to the other side of the bus, and she froze as pink eyes met sickly yellow eyes. 

A man was staring right at her.

He stood there standing with one hand holding the pole to be sure he doesn't fall over as the bus drove along. Wild untamed black hair cascaded messily down his back and shoulders framing his face. His face was probably the most strange part. The largest eyes she'd ever seen on a human were staring holes right in her head, they were a sickly yellow in color with small black pupils and heavy black eye bags. But what was creepier was the wide smile across his face. He seemed to perk up and smile even wider noticing that she was looking at him now. He wore all black from his weirdly worn jacket to his shoes, except for the print of the front of his shirt which was a red eye symbol. It almost looked like it was looking at her too. She shivered and quickly looked away from him.

"Pull yourself together, Fae," she mumbled to Herself and taking in a deep breath, "He probably looked at you because you were staring at him first. You're overthinking things. Everything's fine."

She kept her gaze up and pointed at the window forcing herself to watch out the window instead of looking around again and just keep an eye out for her her stop. Except...the feeling of someone boring their eyes into her head. For the next ten minutes things progressed like that, until against her better judgement she looked over at him again and found him once again staring right at her. Still in the same pose. Only now he tilted his head at her noticing that she looked back. Was he...staring at her this entire time? No. Of course not! She shook her head. He was probably looking around at the same time she looked at him and they made eye contact. She was just a bit stressed out from being late and on edge is making her see things. Yeah. That must be it. She sighed before smiling. How ridiculous she must be. She even dared to smile and wave at him to which he perked up again and waved back ... Albeit with his full arm and way faster which was a strange way of waving but not everyone was the same. More time passed by and it was a little..awkward. she still had that feeling and Everytime she looked he still seemed to stare at her. 

"I don't think he's blinked his eyes at all."

FINALLY her stop Arrived. She was very quick to stand up and exit the bus not looking back at the man who still stared. Fae flew down the steps and onto the parking lot. This was it! Her shoes cracked against the ground as she ran across the parking lot away from the bus station and towards the gas station. Crap! Crap! Crap! She was late! She was so late! She was going to be in so much trouble later! She didn't even see the eyes watching her go from the bus. She ran all the way to the front door. A bell furiously going off as the door is was busted open and she stood there panting.

"I'm here!"

A scowl from behind the register met her. "Where have you been? You're supposed to be here at ten to relieve me!! It's like twelve something now!"

"I know! I'm so sorry! I overslept and the bus takes forever!," Fae apologized with a wince to her angry coworker. "I promise it won't happen again!"

"Whatever! Just get behind here and start manning the register! I'm already late to get home because of you!"

"Alright, alright. Time to work."

She was SO lucky that her coworker hadn't caused any further fighting and just left her there without another word. Fae didn't blame them for being angry, she'd probably be mad too if she was made to wait for someone else who was late because they over. Maybe if she was lucky her boss wouldn't find out and she could just be better next Monday after her weekend off. Although... she had a feeling he might already know. Sigh. Oh well. For now she'd just do what she always did. Which was manning the cash register, cleaning the floors, restocking the shelves, and everything her coworker didn't do that she had too. But...she couldn't help but still have the feeling like...she was being watched . It started when she was mopping the floors but when she looked up, no one else was in the store either. No customers. Nothing. A quick glance outside also confirmed that there wasn't anyone in the parking lot or at the bus station. She shook it off.

It happened again About an hour and a half later. A customer came in with a few children to buy snacks and soda. She had a feeling someone was staring at her through the big window but a quick check outside confirmed that no one was again there... Must've just been her imagination. She rationalized that she was being watched anyways by the security cameras inside and in the parking lot and that must be it on top of her nerves getting the best of her. Other than the mother and her children there was really no one else that day and it was pretty peaceful other than the feeling she still got but she still pushed it to the back of her mind.  She just needed to finish her shift and get home. So there she was, drumming her fingers against the counter and staring off in thought when a loud sound of a bell caught her attention. Fae jumped up and snapped her head over to the doorway... Before she again paused as a man walked in and towards her. He wore all black and wild black hair cascaded down his back. He walked right up to the register with that same smile.

It was that guy from the bus.

He stopped right in front of her and smiled widely. "Hi."

His voice made her flinch. What was he doing doing here?! Was he following her?! Fae Immediately shook her head. What was she thinking? Her mind was just going off on wild scenarios now. So she steeled herself and have that customer service smile.

"Um. Hi. How can I help you, Sir?" He was probably heading back to wherever he was coming from and stopped inside to get some food or something while he waited for the next bus. Yeah. That was probably it.

"What's your name?," He asked with a tilt of his head and strained smile like he was... nervous maybe?

"Huh?...Oh. It's Far. You can see it here on my name tag,"she said pointing out the obvious name tag on her work blazer. "It's kinda hard to miss."

"That's definitely one of the names I've heard!" He sounded like he was happy...but also nervous as he clasped his hands in front of his chest and the red ey-...Wait. Didn't his shirt have a red eye instead of a smiley face? "Mine's-" A sharp static like sound suddenly cut through the air making her since and her hand instantly clamp on her ears. "But you can call me John Doe."

She hissed rubbing her ears and opening her eyes. "Um....Ok?"

"Are you doing anything after work?" He looked hopeful and lit up nervously but excitedly at her.

Wait. Was he... hitting on her? Oh no. Did he think that when she looked at him on the bus that she was interested in him? Oh no. She must've given off the wrong impression. "Uh..Oh yeah. I'm busy after work. I got things to do...and stuff. You know how it is."

He seemed to... deflate a little bit. His smile going smaller but not disappearing as he just stared at her silently. She awkwardly stood there also staring.. Nervously looking around before back to him in the silence. She was starting to get a bit creeped out.

"Um...So do you need anything?" He didn't say anything but turned and began walking out of the store. The bell chimed as he went out and she continued to hold her breath until he disappeared past the window before sighing in relief. "Ok...That was weird."

Maybe the guy just didn't have very good social skills? Or maybe he felt too embarrassed to say anything after she subtly rejected him? Either way he was gone and she relaxed back. Only had about an hour left of her shift anyways and then she could go home and relax. She just had to stick to it until her boss arrived to take over. Which wasn't long. An hour later a car pulled into the Parking lot as the skies started to dim and night would soon be here bringing dark with it. The bright headlights turned off and a minute later the door bell chimed as a man walked in. Her boss. He looked tired and just walked in.

"Um.. Good night, Sir! How was the ride here?"

"Fae, I'm too tired to get into things. Just go home and make sure you're not late Monday morning."

"Y-Yes, Sir!" She didn't have to be told twice. So she was quick to gather her things and skedaddle out the door and into the night parking lot. The air was warm still being summer and the darkness spilled over on everything. She slowed down the closer she got to the bus station until she reached the bench and sat down.. before sighing again. "Finally off work. Can't wait to get home and just sleep. This entire day has been stressful."

She sighed in relief again and sat there. The next bus should be here soon. It always arrived shortly after her boss did. She just had to wait until it arrived then she could go home. However she didn't see the figure walk up to her from behind until he spoke up.

"Hi."

She shrieked! Bristling up like a stray cat and jumping from the bench a few feet away, whipping around and meeting the yellowed eyes and black hair of The man who she had seen earlier. She breathed heavy from the scare just... blinking at him. He seemed confused as he just blinked before tilting his head at her. For a few moments they stared at each silently, and she blinked before frowning.

"What are you doing?!" He blinked again leaning back a bit as she relaxed back but feeling angry. "You scared me nearly half to death!"

He looked like he seemed to think a moment before asking, "Do you like being scared?"

"Wha-..NO! I don't like being scared, especially by people I don't know." She frowned more at him.

"Uh...You're cute when You're scared!," He said again with that nervous wife grin and she paused.

Was this guy still seriously trying to hit on her? Wait. Why was he even still here?! Was he still waiting for the bus? Well.. she supposed that was still possible. The busses had a good one or two hours between the next one arrived after it. Maybe he was still waiting for a bus or he missed the earlier one when he was talking to her. It'd be too weird to just be waiting for her to get off work about two hours. It did seem like he had bad social skills however but that probably wasn't his fault. She sighed. No sense in pushing her fears on him.

"I...*sigh* Thank you. That's very nice you think I look pretty," she said calmly making him light up again. "But you don't sneak up on someone like that. It's not nice to scare others."

"Really?' He tilted his head more at her. "Ok!"

"And it's nice that you think I'm cute but I'm not looking for a date right now."

She watched him as his smile again went smaller... before he smiled again. "Can I come home with you?"

She choked on her own air. WHAT?! Did he just say-...She sputtered for a moment flustered as he again looked confused at her sudden red cheeks. "I-...A-Absolutely not! W-We don't even know each other!"

He stared at her a few more seconds before he again lit up in a happy smile and clasped his hands in front of himself again. "Sure you do! We met earlier! We're practically best friends now! We could be more!"

A snort left her mouth before she could stop herself. Was this guy serious? Well..she couldn't say he wasn't brave coming out and shooting his shot. A few laugh escaped her mouth as he watched before also smiling wider. Laughing and smiled were good! And she had smiles and was laughing! That means he was doing a good job with this! That meant that was a yes right?

"Does your happy sounds mean yes?''

She shook her head no still giggling and looked at him. "Sorry. I'll have to decline that offer. But I will give you an A for effort. I can't say I've ever been asked out quite like that before. It certainly was forward but I appreciate the honesty.'' She smiled at him as he tilted his head. "But it was certainly...cute. Probably the nicest way someone tried to ask me out. Maybe next time."

"Next time?" He again perked up. "It's a yes if I ask again?!"

Again she felt a stream of giggles leave her mouth. "Probably not. But maybe if you continue to be cute I'll agree to getting lunch with you."

"Lunch?" He narrowed his eyes seeming to again think about this for a long moment... before perking up. "Oh! Like a date those other people do!"

She giggled more. He was pretty cute..In a scruffy way but it's not like she had a right to judge anyone for their looks being born as pale as snow. "Yes. Like that."

"Now?!"

"No it's too late. I'm free tomorrow or Sunday though if you want to go then." Oh! That reminded her. ''Here. I'll write you my phone number, and then you can call me tomorrow or whenever you think you're free."

He watched with wide eyes as she reached into her purse and a moment later pulled out a pen and paper and proceeded to write something on the surface. A moment later it was torn off and held out to him. With wide eyes he slowly took it and stared at the numbers written. Then looked at her still surprised. 

She smiled. "That's my phone number. Call me when you have time and we can get together for lunch or something."

....He lit up brighter than a Christmas tree, the paper clasper in his hands and held to himself. "I'D LOVE LOVE LOVE TO!!"

She giggled again but blinked and looked over as headlights shown brightly against the dark and a motor was heard. "That's the bus!" She looked back to him. "Are you riding home too?" He nodded. "So am I. I guess we'll get to talk for a bit longer!"

"Oh yes! I love talking! Let's talk more!"

She giggled again. Honestly he was pretty cute. "Ok. You said your name's John right?"

He nodded. "You can call me John Doe!"

Strange name but again she wasn't one to judge. "I'm Fae Briar. It's nice to meet you John! Come on. Let's not miss our bus. Ok?"

He eagerly nodded. The bus pulled up and they both got on, paid, the fee and sat down. She smiled up at him as he sat down as he sat down next to her. And the bus pulled away. Although..she had to ask as the thought was still bugging her.

"Hey." He tilted his head at her showing he was paying attention. "I probably should've asked this sooner but be honest with me. Were you waiting for me outside all this time? I'm not freaked out..Ok. maybe a little bit but I need to know if you were."

He stared before humming and squinting his eyes as if nervous smile wavering. "If I say yes... Would you not like me?"

"Not if you're honest with me."

"Oh. Then yes!" He smiled happily and nodded. "I was! But only because you said you were busy doing things after work, but then you weren't. You just sat there! So I knew you weren't busy then!"

She... slowly blinked at him before shaking her head and rose a brow. "I-...Well you were honest. Right?" He nodded again happily. "Oh...Well that was nice of you. I'm kinda shocked." He rose a brow. "I was actually expecting you to say no or lie."

"Why? You asked. Would you rather I did lie?"

"No. I just.. Nevermind. It's alright. Just next time ask someone straight up if you want a date. Don't wait around."

"Ok! Do you want a date?!"

She blinked again... before giggling again. "I thought we already were."

"Really!? It works!" She ended up giggling again on the hour long ride home until she stood up when the bus stopped. "This is my stop. I'm going home."

"Oh. Ok!" He also stood up.

She blinked. "Oh. Are you getting off here too?" He again nodded. "Ok then." She got off said bus. John got off said bus. She turned to him and waved goodbye. "I'll see you later then. Good night, Mr. Doe."

"Good night!" He looked around. "Which way is home?"

.....She blinked. "Uh.. Wherever you live?" He looked at her. "We're going home. Our separate homes."

"Oh!...Oh?" He seemed to realize that now. "Ok then! I'll come back tomorrow!"

She sighed again but she guessed she already agreed to it. And he seemed pretty nice. "Alright. Tomorrow. I'll see you then. Good night."

"Good night!" He waved a full arm at her as she turned and left him standing there before he turned back to the crumpled up paper still nestled in his hands.. before nuzzling it to his cheek. "I JUST LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU!!"

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Forbidden Lessons XXXII (Path A)

Masterlist

Make sure to follow which path you're reading and I hope it's not too confusing.

Warnings: noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression, pregnancy and abortion, violence. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.

Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you!

Another day passes with excuses given and distance kept, for the most part. Bucky stays close, sleeps beside you as he had before, and watches over you intently. His presence smothers you and adds to the discomfort of the side effects.

On Monday, you have no choice but to face the world. As much as you want to stay hidden away, it will be your only chance at space. You stand at the window, looking out at the February morning.

"Sunshine," Bucky's voice crackles with the coarseness of sleep, "what are you looking at?"

"Nothing," you turn away from the window, "I was only thinking."

"About?" He rubs his eyes and yawns.

You consider him. You have a bad feeling, like you've done something you can't take back. That he won't let you out of.

"Well, I have class today–"

"Class?" He sits up, the blanket falling away from his torso, his broad chest over a lined stomach, corded with strength, "I didn't think–"

"I should, shouldn't I?" You shrug.

"Do you feel up to it?" He asks thinly, inhaling deeply as his brow furrows, "I would understand if you're not ready."

You nod and look back through the window. You can see the snow melting from there, the moisture rising in the air and dotting the pane. You hear him, sense his shadow as he stands, the bed giving a soft moan. Footfalls light and careful, as if to keep from spooking you.

You press your forehead to the cold glass and close your eyes, breathing out until you're empty. The door closes with a crisp snap. You wince and slowly push away from the window. You hear the definitive click of a lock on the other side.

You suck in air as your chest squeezes. You stumble to the door and hit it with your body, twisting the handle and pulling. It jiggles in the frame but doesn't budge, held in place by a deadbolt.

"Bucky? What–"

"You can't go back. He's there. It's not safe," he answers through the wood, "I can't let you, sunny, it can't happen again. Remember, I'm supposed to keep you safe."

"By locking me up?" You whine, sliding your hand up the door, "Bucky, please, I don't like being trapped–"

"It has to be done, sunshine," he coaxes "I'm sorry but it's the only way."

"No, it's not–" you hit the door with your fist, "let me out!"

"Baby, I know it's hard right now but I have no choice," he sniffs, "we can… figure out something else for your degree but I think it's best, for both of us, that you take the rest of the semester off. To recover."

"No, no, no," you dig your nails into the wood, "Bucky, no, I'm begging you–"

"You don't know what's good for you, sunshine," he says, "look at everything that's happened… because you let it. I won't."

Your lip trembles as your eyes sting. You reel as if slapped and stagger back, tripping and falling onto your ass. You clasp your hands over your chest as the world narrows in your vision and you see his shadow beneath the door.

"Please," you gasp and keel forward, catching yourself on a single arm, "Bucky, I can't breathe-" you touch your throat as it constricts, chest heavy and tight, "Buck–"

"Count for me, sunshine," he says through the door, "one, in, two, out…"

Your breath grows only more laboured, "sunny, don't hurt yourself, okay? I could do more than lock you in. I don't wanna do that, so please, focus," he warns, "look for five blue things."

You cough and plant a second hand on the floor, wheezing as panic drowns you.

"Sunshine…" he draws out the word dangerously.

"The blanket…" you gasp, "...the– the painting, the… sock in the hamper…" you sit up and search, shaky, unsteady, "the lampshade…" your eyes gleam as you turn to face the window, "outside…" you gulp, "the sky…"

Your eyes cling to the dull blue canopy, thin clouds rippling over it. Outside, out there, freedom.

"Good job, sunshine," he purrs.

Your tears slip down your cheeks. Sunshine? It's like a cruel joke. It isn't very sunny inside.

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You fall asleep on the floor by the foot of the bed. It's the kind of sleep that hurts, that makes your head spin, that settles in your bones like wet sand. You wake at the crack of the door, the slow, deliberate easing of the hinges.

"Sunshine," Bucky's voice is soft, measured, "what are you doing down there?"

You open your eyes and stare at the hem of the blanket just above the carpet. He bends his knees and places his hand on your arm. You shake him off and sit up, crawling out of his reach.

"You're upset?" He sounds genuinely confused.

You won't look at him. You are mad. Very mad. But worse, scared.

"I brought home dinner," he coos as he stands, his hand resting on his belt, the early evening casting shadows on his figure, making him seem even bigger, "I'm sorry I'm late, office hours went a bit longer than I expected."

You blink past him and hug your knees, "I'm not hungry."

"Sure you are, sunshine," he nears and bends, taking your wrist from over the other, "I even got us dessert."

"Let go! I said I'm not hungry!"

You rip your hand away and slap his knuckles as he tries again. You push yourself away with your heels and quickly turn to get your knees under you. As you grab onto the footboard to pull yourself up, you're sent off-kilter by a sudden force against your side.

His brutal kick has you flying against the night table, your head clipping the edge before you collapse onto the floor. The wind is knocked from you, leaving you rock and squirming on your back.

"Don't be a brat," he snarls, "you don't do that. You understand?"

His fingers close around your wrist and he yanks you up. Your head wobbles as the tender spot radiates hotly around your skull. He releases you, only to latch onto your chin and make you look at him.

"I'm being patient, sunshine, I have been for a very long time. You don't know what's good for you, I do," he grip makes you wince, "You have to eat, so come out and eat. Then, you need to get washed up, so you'll go and get in the tub and get nice and pretty and clean. Then, you're going to come to bed and sleep. Not on the floor, beside me. Where you belong. Am I understood?"

You stare at him stunned. His tone is even, like that of a commander, stern and unfaltering. Completely undeniable.

"I understand," you whisper.

"I can't hear you. Was that a 'yes, honey'?"

You swallow as your lip quivers, "yes, honey."

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